CHAPTER 57
She said yes. The entire time he was talking, from the moment she suspected the question that might be coming, she’d planned on telling him something different. Wait. Or you should ask my stepdad. Or I need to pray about it first.
Instead, she’d opened her mouth and said yes. Ignoring the small applause from the few other diners in the restaurant who’d watched the intensely personal exchange, she threw her arms around his neck and repeated that small, beautiful word.
“Yes.”
He stood and picked her up by the waist, swinging her in a circle. “Really?” He let out a full belly laugh. A glorious sound. “You mean it? You’re saying yes?”
She laughed again while tears of both bittersweet sorrow and joy mingled down her cheeks. “Yes,” she repeated. She’d say it a hundred times if sh
