Becca could only shake her head and look to Davis, asking in astonishment, “Are you giving us this house?”
He took both of her hands in his. “In a manner of speaking, I suppose I am,” he said. “I just need you to answer one question for me. Will you marry me, Becca?”
She gaped. She could do nothing else. Shock drove an inarticulate sound from her.
“Would it help,” he asked, “to know that I love you most shamelessly?”
Becca gasped, and then she did the very last thing she expected herself to do: she threw herself, laughing, into the arms of the man of her dreams.
Becca knew then, in her heart of hearts, that she would never again fear performing in public, for she would always play and sing in gratitude to a sublimely good and generous God, with the full support of her loving husband.
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