Again, he dropped to his knee in front of her and held out the ring box.
“Sydney Edwards, will you marry me?”
And suddenly, she was crying again. She, who never cried in front of anyone and would have sworn she was cried out for the rest of her life, was crying. So she never actually said yes. She just nodded until he got the hint. He stood up and kissed her through her tears.
Finally, a long time later, she looked up, smiling a little. “I don’t suppose this is a good time to give you back that key to your condo.”
He frowned, and it seemed to take him a moment to realize what she meant. Then he chuckled. “No. Why don’t you keep that? It might come in handy when we’re planning the wedding.”
She pushed up on her toes and was about to kiss him again when she realized he was wearing a sweater. The same cashmere sweater she had him wear to that first board meeting. “You’re wearing Dalton’s sweater,” she said softly.
“You said I looked good in it. So I made him give it to me. He was happy to donate to the cause. He said he’d give up all his sweaters if I’d just stop moping and come after you.”
She gave his arm a playful punch. “You weren’t really moping, were you? You’re not the type to mope.”
He smiled. “Not anymore, I’m not.”