Her blush deepened.
“But what really got me,” I whispered, “was that every single one of your quotes…were about true love. About surprises and a lot of them, about being fearless.”
Her eyes smiled. “You taught me that. To be fearless.”
“Yeah, well.” I slowly nudged her off my lap and got to my feet, bringing her with me. “I’m taking a cue from all that advice and all five hundred of those romance books and doing something really scary.”
“Marrying me is scary?”
“Hell, no,” I growled pulling her against my chest, kissing her head, damn just touching her shook my self-control. “But planning an impromptu wedding in front of all your friends and family without telling you? Yeah, it may have freaked me out.”
“What?” Her eyes went were so wide that I was afraid she was going to pass out from the strain. “I’m sorry, impromptu wedding?”
“Surprise?” I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the house.
“But I didn’t see anyone and—”
“Oh, thank God.” The words came out in a rush as Lisa slumped in relief and smiled. “She said yes!” The relief was short-lived, as two seconds later Lisa was running towards us with a hairbrush in one hand and some sort of torture device in the other. “We only have like two hours.”
“Two hours?” Kiersten repeated.
I set her on her feet and kissed her forehead. “See you girls at the ceremony.”
“Ceremony?”
Lisa and I both nodded then shared a high five behind Kiersten’s head.
“But…my aunt and uncle—”
“You think my dad would let me forget about Uncle Jobob? Geez, they’re worse than two old ladies. I’m shocked your uncle kept the secret this long. Now, go get ready. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Reluctantly, I left Kiersten in Lisa’s hands and went outside. Gabe was waiting around the corner in my SUV. When he saw me wave, he drove up and unlocked the doors. “So?”
“She said yes!”
“Thank God,” he grumbled.
I paused in the middle of climbing in and frowned at him. “Did you guys doubt me?”
“Girls are weird.” Gabe lifted his hands into the air. “I think we know this by now.
“True.” I smirked. “Oh, and I’m waiting.”
“Bastard,” Gabe mumbled under his breath then said, “Weston freaking Michels is a badass.”
I cleared my throat. “And?”
“Do we really have to do this?” He groaned.
I crossed my arms.
“And, when the time comes I’m naming my firstborn after him.” His head shook as he fought a smile.
We laughed the entire way to the ceremony location. Gabe said Kiersten would freak out—in a bad way. He said girls needed plans. Taking control from them—especially considering girly things like weddings—was like asking to get your balls chopped off with a rusty knife.
But he didn’t know Kiersten like I did.
And that was okay.