Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(91)

“Ahhh… such sweet memories.”

Before I realized what he was doing, he dropped to his knee. “We don’t do anything conventional, Minx. But you’re it for me. I already know you’re my forever, so I thought we could make it official. We love big. We fight hard. And we just work. I’m not certain about a lot of things in this life, but I’m certain about you. About us.”

Tears were streaming down my face as I had half of my body hanging out the window, watching him. “And look at you, making me cry again. You’ve ruined me, Wolf Wayburn. You’ve made me a big sap.”

I was so far out the window now that he pushed to stand and pulled me all the way through, and my legs wrapped around his waist.

“What do you say, Minx… You want to get hitched?” He held a black velvet box in his hand and flipped the top open with his thumb.

The man was too smooth for his own good.

My eyes bulged at the sight of the gigantic yellow diamond with pavé diamonds around it, all set on a platinum band.

“Oh my god,” I whispered as he slipped it out of the box with one hand, still holding me with the other. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.”

“I chose the yellow diamond because it’s the same color as the pops of yellow in your eyes when you’re turned on.”

My head fell back in laughter. “Is that so?”

“I know every fleck of yellow and gold and amber. When you’re happy, when you’re angry, and when you’re pretending you aren’t stewing.” His tongue swiped out to wet his bottom lip. “So, is that a yes?”

“You had me at turned on. It’s a big, fat yes.” I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, and then his lips.

He chuckled and slipped the ring onto my finger. “Nothing like a gas station proposal, huh?”

“It’s so us.”

“I wanted to do this with just you and me before we went to Honey Mountain.”

“My family is going to freak,” I said as my hands tangled in his hair. The streetlights shone down on us as we stood in the parking lot with cars driving by around us. Nothing else mattered but us in that moment.

I’d shut out the rest of the world.

Just like I always did when I was with him.

“Remember when I came to the slopes in my underwear for you?” he purred as he pulled open the car door and settled me on the seat.

“Yes.”

“I asked your dad for his blessing that weekend. I knew if I survived getting Bullet out of there, I was going to do this. I don’t think he’s told your sisters, but he knows.”

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He said it was about time we both came to our senses and that when you know, you know. Then he went on to do a few Rocky Balboa quotes.” He chuckled.

Gallan put the window down briefly and congratulated us before honking the horn a few times in celebration.

“Thanks for asking my dad first.”

“Thanks for marrying me.” He nipped at my ear.

“I never thought I was the marrying type, and then I met you.”

“I’m pretty irresistible,” he said, his voice laced with humor.

“So cocky. But so true.”

“And you are the most irresistible woman I’ve ever met. Even with just the one vagina.”

I laughed as I tipped my head back to look at him.

“Well, it’s pretty magical as is, right?”

“It is. The best around.” He smirked.

“I never thought I’d want forever with anyone, but I want it with you.”

“That’s a good thing because I’m all yours. No getting rid of me now.”

“I promise to still hate you sometimes,” I said.

“I promise to hate you, too. But I’ll always love you more.”

We pulled up to the hangar, and the car came to a stop.

“I love you,” I said as he opened the door.

“Of course, you do.” He winked over his shoulder, and I laughed as he helped me out of the car.

“Come on. We’ve got Christmas and then a wedding to plan. Forever starts right now, Minx.”

“Forever started the day I met you, Wolf Wayburn.”

And that was the truth.

I’d found my forever when I wasn’t even looking for it.

And now I couldn’t live without it.





epilogue





Wolf





Four Months LATER



“I’m excited to see the restaurant,” Dylan said as I helped her out of the car. I paused to speak to Gallan, letting him know I’d text him when we were ready to go. Dylan waved at our driver before he pulled away from the curb.

I looked up to see a tall brick building with rustic wood accents. We’d come out to Cottonwood Cove to see Hugh’s restaurant, Reynold’s Bar & Grill, that he’d recently opened. The place was packed, and the energy was high. Country music played through the speakers, and it was impossible to miss the cool vibe as we stood on the sidewalk, taking it in. The bar was hopping, and the restaurant was packed, as well.

“This is nice. And it looks like business is booming.” My fingers intertwined with Dylan’s, and I led her to the large dark wood doors, which were propped open. The weather was finally warming up after a brutal winter, but it was still breezy and cool in the evenings, but today was particularly warm outside.