“Linden,” he said quietly. “We’re not your parents, darlin’. So, marry me and we’ll figure it all out.”
“Shut up,” I said.
“Hey,” he protested.
“Not you. My brain. I was telling my brain to shut up because it still thinks it calls the shots.” I shook my head and then smiled. “Yeah, Boxer. I’ll marry you.”
He leaned down to gently kiss my lips, and then he pulled back, a big goofy grin on his face. “We better get going or we’ll be late.”
Chapter 33
We drovethrough the gates of the clubhouse, and I waved to the prospects on duty. “Are they going with you tomorrow?” I asked Boxer.
“No. They’ll head with you to the cabins. Even though you guys will be off the grid, we’re not sending you into the wilderness unprotected.”
“Get the women and children to the lifeboats,” I quipped.
“Something like that.”
There were more motorcycles than just those that belonged to the Waco Blue Angels.
“The Idaho boys are here,” Boxer explained.
I nodded thoughtfully. Tomorrow was the beginning of something new. It would change all of us, whatever happened.
“If you’d told me even three months ago that I was going to get engaged to a biker, I would’ve told you to get your head examined.”
He cut the engine and grinned. “Life’s pretty insane, isn’t it?”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
He came around to help me out of the truck, and then we walked slowly up the porch steps. Boxer opened the door, and I was immediately greeted by a loud chorus of “SURPRISE!” The entire living room was full of Blue Angels.
“What is this?” I asked in confusion, stepping back and nearly plowing into Boxer.
Rachel was sitting on the couch, but she stood up and then pointed to the balloons and the banner. “It’s a welcome home party.”
“A welcome home…” I blinked back tears.
Boxer came and wrapped his arm around me, and then I attempted to burrow into him so I could hide my feelings.
“Not just a welcome home party,” Boxer announced, “but our engagement party. Linden asked me to marry her, and I said yes.”
I elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to grin. “I didn’t ask you.”
“Darlin’, you all butbeggedme to marry you.”
“Shut up, Boxer,” Mia stated, getting up from her seat and ambling toward me. “And get out of my way so I can hug Linden.”
Boxer stepped back, and then the Old Ladies were all hugging me and jabbering like magpies.
“You didn’t get the poor girl a ring?” Darcy asked with a frown at Boxer. “A proposal includes a ring.”
“And candles,” Joni added.
“And sex,” Rachel added. “Lots of sweaty sex. Linden’s hair doesn’t look at all messed up. Shame on you, Boxer. Shame. On. You.”
I looked at Boxer and grinned. “You can have a do over of the proposal, if you want. I wouldn’t be upset about it.”