He opens the box for me, and I use a nearby serving spoon to feel around the puffed corn until the spoon hits something.
It doesn’t feel like a normal gift. No, it’s heavier than the usual cheap plastic we get in these things. I furrow my brow and pull it out – and my jaw drops when I see what it is.
A ring box. Small, blue, velvet. And when I pop it open, a diamond set in a perfect silver band glimmers back up at me. I gaze up at Landon, who is grinning that same cocky grin that he wore the day I met him.
"So, will you marry me?" he asks.
I can hardly speak. This is perfect – the sweetest, loveliest proposal he could have come up with. And I am already sure that he knows what my answer is going to be.
"Of course I’ll marry you!” I exclaim, and I throw myself into his arms, knocking the box out of his hands as he catches me where I stand.
I bury my head against his shoulder, still clutching the ring box, unable to keep the smile off of my face.
"I love you so much," I mumble into his ear, my face pressed to his neck.
"I love you, too," he whispers back. "And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Lucky. I mean that."
"I know you do," I reply, and I pull back to gaze into his eyes – the eyes of the man I want to spend the rest of my days with. And I know that he’s the best damn prize I ever could have pulled out of the cereal box.
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Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
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