Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
My heart beat faster, and my breath got tangled in my chest. I felt like I was standing on a precipice, high atop a mountain. Below me lay all the heartbreaks and misadventures, the lessons and the failures, that had gotten me to where I was. My whole life had been building toward this… and there was no fear in my heart, only joy.
“Pfft. If I’d wanted to change the subject, I’d show everyone my new T-shirt.”
Kev’s eyes drifted down to my much-loved, often-worn, navy blue Michigan alum T-shirt. “Uh-huh.”
“Oh, Kev of little faith.” I hopped down from the table and pressed the softest kiss to the lips of the man I loved. Then I whipped off my top T-shirt and showed him the custom shirt I wore beneath.
I saw his eyes widen as he recognized an aerial view of his own HOG homestead—with its brand-new luxury jam cellar—and the smile fall from his face as he read the words below.
Dr. and Mr. Ascendant. Two hearts. One homestead.
And then I dropped to one knee in the grass and reached a shaking hand into my jeans pocket for the ring.
“Kevin Rogers,” I recited. “I pledge fealty to you. And I—”
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” Kev chanted. And then he fell to his knees in the grass, too, grabbed my face, and kissed me.
“Good Lord, Kevin, let the man get the words out,” Kev’s grandfather teased with an affectionate smile from behind his phone camera. I’d made the drive to Nashville earlier in the week to ask for his blessing before proposing to Kevin, and he’d burst into tears.
“He’s the best man I know,” I’d told him with tears in my eyes.
And I couldn’t wait to tell Kev about how his grandfather had gotten teary-eyed, too, then looked at me over his turkey club sandwich in the middle of his crowded golf club lunchroom and said, “Hurt him and there will be no rock large enough for you to hide behind,” in a terrifying gravelly voice. He and Kev were more alike than they knew.
Now here he was, making sure Kev would be able to watch this whole thing again later. Which meant I needed to make it good.
“You humble me,” I began. “You teach me. You’ve changed my life for the better. You love like you’re trying to fill the world with it, like loving others is the air you breathe, and you make life magical for everyone around you just by existing. Please marry me. Share a homestead with me. Let me spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.” I shook my head ruefully, my careful speech now seeming totally inadequate. “Love seems so small a word for something that feels this big. It’s impossible for four letters to contain how much I feel in my heart.”
Then Kevin Rogers, the light of my life, shot me the challenging grin that had first drawn me to him, first sparked the flame in my heart that now burned for him. The grin I hoped to see every day for the rest of my existence.
“I think you’ll find I can do it in three letters, Huxley.” Then he pressed his lips to mine and murmured… “Yes.”
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