Grinning, I shook his hand and glared at my father. “Remind me to never tell you a secret again.”
“I couldn’t help it. I’m excited.”
With a roll of my eyes, I walked past them both. “Well, neither one of you say a word to Mom and Courtney. I want Taylor to be the one to tell everyone.”
“My lips are sealed,” my father said behind me as Reed laughed his ass off.
“I’ve heard that before, Dad.”
Walking through the back door, I stepped into the kitchen. Courtney and my mother both turned and looked at me. The smile on their faces instantly told me Taylor spilled the beans.
Peeking over at Taylor, she had her lips pressed together in an attempt to hide her smile. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were filled with joy. Adrenaline rushed through my body at the idea that I was the one who made her that happy.
My father’s words replayed in my head.
Be the reason she smiles . . . not cries.
Reed and my father walked in behind me and I held my breath to see which side would break first.
“You get the fence fixed?” my mother coolly asked.
Reaching for the tea she held for him, he grinned. “Yep. All fixed and all cattle are accounted for.”
“Good.”
Slipping my arm around Taylor’s waist, I leaned in and whispered, “You told them didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t help it! It was like your mother knew and I broke. The next thing I knew Courtney was here and we were wedding planning!”
With a slight smile, I placed my lips next to her ear. “I want to celebrate.”
Her breath hitched as she peeked up at me. “Ring shopping?”
“No. Love making.”
She bit on her lip and my dick jumped in my pants. “I like the sound of that better.”
With an evil smile, my father asked, “What have you beautiful ladies been up to?”
Shrugging, my mother replied, “Nothing. Making fudge and talking girl stuff.”
When he looked at me I shook my head.
“I can’t take it!” Courtney shouted. “I have to tell!”
“Oh no,” Taylor gasped as my mother turned to Courtney with a horrified look.
“Jase asked Taylor to marry him!”
All eyes landed on Reed. Placing her hands on her hips, my mother glared at him. “Reed Moore. How could you blurt that out and steal the kid’s happy news away from them?”
Pointing to Courtney, Reed replied, “She was about to spill the beans first.”
“I can’t believe you stole my thunder,” Courtney gasped.
My mother turned to Courtney. “Your thunder? Court, if you weren’t my best friend I’d slap you.”
“That might be fun to see,” my father said wiggling his eyebrows.