I got on my knees right then and there to pull the ruby ring from my pocket. “Say yes to hating that you love me for the rest of your life, Izzy Hardy.”
“Cade? Seriously?” she whispered, staring at the ring and then staring at me as tears streamed down her face.
“Serious that I love you? That I love your attitude, the fact that you might still spray paint a line down our bed, that I currently owe Stonewood Enterprises for those computers and for the wall and bed on that retreat, that I wouldn’t have it any other way?”
“I’ll pay for that.” She shook her head.
“You won’t pay for a damn thing ever again, dollface. Say yes so I can tell your brothers and your father that I won’t have to fight you over it.”
“You asked them?”
“I did, and then when they said ‘Well, what if we say no?’ I told them it wouldn’t matter.”
“What if I say no?” She smirked.
“Doesn’t matter if you say no either.”
She laughed and then hiccupped, tears streaming down her face. “I’m still a mess. I still have to stay sober, and I still have to—”
“You’re my mess. The one I want. Every fucking part of you, Izzy. Now, listen to your boss and say yes.”
She sighed and continued to give me hell like the brat she was as she chewed her cheek. “You’re still a dick, Cade.”
“I know. Last time I’ll tell you—say yes so I can fill you with our first of many babies.”
“Fine,” she giggled. “Yes.”
The End