"Mattie." Brenna sighed. "Please stop shredding the napkins."
"I can't. I'm too nervous." He crumpled up the debris and wadded it into a ball. There hadn't been enough time for them to get to either her place or his or even his parents' house in time to watch the noon news so she'd dragged him into y were sitting in a bar down the block from the jewelry shop. The little bag with the box containing the diamond ring he'd just bought was burning a hole in his pockets. He'd take it out and look at it except he didn't want to flash it so the whole bar could see it.
"You're driving me crazy," she told him.
"I think I'm driving myself crazy," he muttered. "What if Dara can't get her to watch the broadcast? What if she thinks it's a dorky idea? Or what if - "
"Will you stop with the what ifs
