Standing, he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the sofa and out of the library. Nash stood. “What’s going on?”
Clapping my hands softly, I did a little hop of excitement. “I think you just silently challenged my brother to show you up in the romance department!”
“Ah, I didn’t know we were competing. Hell, I would have upped my game.”
With a smack on the chest, I grabbed Nash and we followed my brother and Jill out of the library.
“What’s happening?” Nash asked in a hushed voice.
“I think he’s about to propose.”
Nash grinned like a silly boy about to get a new toy. “Really?”
“Yep. Come on!”
The picture window in the living room looked like a scene from a painting. The mountains in the background were covered with a beautiful blanket of a snow. Light flurries were floating down, adding the perfect romantic touch.
Laughing, Jill pulled Jack to a stop. “What in the world are you doing?”
Nash and I stood back, far enough to give them privacy but close enough to hear and see.
Reaching into his pocket, my brother pulled out a ring box, causing Jill to gasp. Tears sprang from her eyes and trailed down her face.
“Baby, you have been here for me at my lowest time. You brought me back from a hell I was living in, and you have made me so happy. There will never be the right words to express to you how much I’m in love with you and how that love grows every moment of the day. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Jill. And thank you for saving my life. Will you do me the hono
r of becoming my wife?”
Tears streamed down my own face as Nash wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face into my neck.
“I’m pretty sure he won that round.”
Laughing, I wiped at my tears and glanced back just enough to kiss Nash. “I do believe you’re right.”
Jill had dropped to the floor in front of Jack and wrapped herself around him. They kissed, whispered words to each other, and kissed some more. When they both stood and Jack slipped the ring on Jill’s finger, I rushed over to them, screaming like a silly schoolgirl. Jill did the same. While Nash walked up calmly and shook Jack’s hand. They exchanged a few words, but I couldn’t hear them. Jill was too busy crying and mumbling how surprised she was and how this was the best day of her life.
“I think this calls for some celebration!” I shouted.
“I’ll go get Dad’s best bottle of champagne!” Jack cried out as he ran toward the steps that led down to the wine cellar.
“Damn, the wine cellar; we haven’t been there yet,” Nash said to me.
I faced Nash and grinned. “You are a bad, bad boy.”
“Okay, all the way from France,” Jack said, popping open the bottle and pouring everyone a glass.
“To Jack and Jill,” I said, trying not to giggle. I would never get used to that, no matter how hard I tried.
“Here’s to climbing up that hill!” Nash added.
Jack and Jill groaned, and my brother punched Nash on the shoulder. “Again with the funny jokes.”
“I’m so happy for you guys!” I said as we clinked our glasses and drank.
Nash wrapped his arm around my waist, and I couldn’t help but dream of the moment when it was us celebrating our engagement.
“I know the perfect way to up this celebration,” I said, smiling at everyone.
“What’s that?” Jack asked.