“So?” Beckett steps away from the curb, closing the distance between us.
“So, I can’t accept that sort of gift from my… boyfriend.”
He nods, then pulls a small box out of his pocket, “What about your husband?”
A small squeak leaves my lips as Beckett lowers to one knee before me.
“Elouise Hall, you are not just my girlfriend. You’re my everything. My happiness. My sanity. My home. And I can’t stand for another goddamn day to go by without my ring on your finger.” He gently opens the velvet box, pulling out a giant sapphire attached to a sparking ring of diamonds. “Smoky Darling, I love you with every inch of my soul. And I need you to be by my side from now until forever. Will you please marry me?”
My heart is racing, and tears are streaking down my cheeks, but I don’t need a single second to think about my answer.
“Of course, I will.”