“I am,” I said, most of the air squeezed from my lungs by her exuberance, but I managed to hug her back nonetheless.
“I knew from the moment you two met, you’d either kill each other or get married. I guess you chose the latter.”
I glanced at Ethan, who was chatting with Catcher, golden hair framing his face like a beautiful, young god. And, more important, who’d understood me when I faced the kind of decision that changes you. “I’m not sure I had a choice,” I said.
“All right,” Catcher said, after a moment, gently turning her away. “Let’s let the rest of them get in here.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Congratulations, Merit.”
“Thank you,” I said with a smile as my grandfather moved toward me, wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m so happy for you, baby girl.”
“Thank you, Grandpa. I’m happy for me, too.”
My grandfather offered Ethan a handshake. “I’m not just losing a granddaughter,” he said. “I’m gaining a grandvampire.”
“That’s a very positive outlook,” Ethan said. “And it’s appreciated.”
“I’m very happy for both of you,” he said with a smile, then held out a hand.
Jeff walked over, enveloped me in an enormous hug. “Congrats, Merit.”
I squeezed back. “Thank you, Jeff.” When he pulled back, I grinned at him. “When do I get to start harassing you about proposing to Fallon?”
He just smiled. “A man has his secrets, Merit. Oh, hey, look who’s here!”
We looked back, found Gabriel and his wife, Tanya, walking onto the field. She was delicately pretty compared to his rugged maleness, with brown hair and blue eyes, her cheeks flushed pink, her lips generous and smiling.
Gabe’s son, Connor, was in his arms, chewing on a plastic giraffe I’d seen before. He was a beautiful little boy, nearly a year old now, with his mother’s dark hair and blue eyes. He was the prince of the North American Central Pack, and even as a child, he seemed to glow with potential.
“Very interesting,” I said as Gabriel scanned the crowd, walked toward us. Ethan stepped beside me, which I didn’t think was a coincidence.
“I understand congratulations are in order,” he said, offering Ethan a hand. The other vampires in the hall had gone quiet as they watched the interaction, just in case there was still bad blood. Ethan took it, and they shook heartily.
Gabe turned to me, pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Congratulations, Kitten. Berna sends her warmest regards.”
zation struck me. “The night we went to Wrigley,” I said. “You’d meant to propose.”
“Yes.”
I thought back to that night. “That’s why everyone was gathered in your office. It wasn’t a ‘feel better’ celebration. It was supposed to have been an engagement party.”
“You should have gotten a ring; instead you were shot. Unexpected metal, either way, but I thought you still deserved a gathering.”
I smiled at him. “Or you didn’t want to waste the champagne.”
“I’m not a troglodyte; it was very good champagne.”
I didn’t try to rein in my adoring grin. “You were going to propose to me at a Cubs game, and you had an engagement party planned. Ethan Sullivan, that nearly makes up for your centuries of imperiousness.”
“It’s neither the first time nor the last time I’ve been romantic, Sentinel. Much like Liam Neeson, I have certain . . . skills.”
He even got the pause right; Luc would have been proud.
“Color me convinced. Ahem. At the risk of sounding ungrateful, what, exactly, did you have planned?”
“A proposal on the big screen.”
“No!” I whined, dropping my forehead to his chest. I loved big-screen sports proposals. And it would have been even better now; the new Cubs screen was enormous.