The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(144)

“Yes.” I cut him off as I sink to my knees on the floor beside him. “Yes. Yes, yes.” I laugh. “I’ll marry you.” I kiss him. Our kiss is tender and intimate, our lips lingering over each other’s.

Perfect.

He slides the diamond ring onto my finger. It’s a solitaire diamond set in gold.

Traditional and perfect.

“But you don’t want to live on a farm,” I whisper.

“I can’t live without you. Bumfuck, Nowhere, is our compromise.”

I giggle as we kiss. “We are not calling our farm Bumfuck, Nowhere, Christopher.”

“Why not?” He kisses me again. “Hopefully there’s going to be a lot of bumfucking going on here.”

I burst out laughing. “You idiot.”

Christopher’s lips drop to my neck, and he walks me backward toward the couch. “We have approximately eight minutes before they get back.”

I giggle and then look around. “Where has Elliot taken Eddie, anyway?” I ask.

“For a walk, just in case you said no.”

I giggle. As if that would ever happen. I hug him tight as he bites my neck. “I love you so much.”

A crash bang sounds on the porch, and Elliot and Eddie come flying through the front door. They slam it shut behind them. They look like they just saw a ghost and are panting and gasping for air.

“What’s wrong?”

They glance at each other. “Nothing.”

“Why did you run in the door like that?” Christopher frowns.

Elliot straightens his shoulders. “No reason. Just wanted to . . . join in the festivities.”

“I said ten minutes.” Christopher widens his eyes.

“I gave you fifteen.” Elliot widens his eyes back.

“That was like two,” Christopher gasps.

“Anyway, how did it go?” Elliot looks between us.

I hold out my hand with a goofy grin.

“Hayden and I are getting married,” Christopher announces proudly.

Eddie’s eyes widen, and Elliot laughs out loud. “Thank god for that!” He rushes me and pulls me into a hug. “Congratulations.” He shakes Christopher’s hand. “You old dog, you.”

“Old dog?” Christopher mouths. “Really?”

Elliot shrugs. “Sounded good in my head, anyway. Congratulations. I’m going to leave your little family alone to let you get settled in.”

Your little family.

“Thank you.” I smile, grateful for him coming to watch Eddie.

“Dinner this weekend at my house to celebrate.” He smiles.

“Sounds good.” I wrap my arm around Eddie, and he looks up at me all adoringly.

Elliot opens the door and hesitates as he peers out into the darkness.

“What are you doing?” Christopher asks.

“Nothing,” Elliot snaps. “Just . . . looking around.”

“For what?”

Elliot holds his hands out and widens his eyes. “Things.”

“What things?” Christopher frowns.

“We heard a growl in the bushes,” Eddie says.

Christopher’s eyes widen. “What kind of growl?”

“It was big,” Eddie replies. “Huge.”

“What do you fucking mean, a huge growl?” Christopher stammers. “Like what, like a bear?”

“Like a wolf.”

“A wolf?” He gasps.

I burst out laughing. “Are you serious? There are no wolves in the United Kingdom,” I scoff.

“Are you sure about that?” Elliot asks as he puts his hands on his hips. “It sounded pretty wolflike.”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie nods. “For real.”

“Hmm, pretty sure.” I get my phone out to ask Google.

“Anyway,” Elliot replies, “Christopher, walk me to my car.”

“What . . . me?” Christopher points to his chest in horror. “Why do I have to die too? Walk yourself to the fucking car. You’re a big shot farm boy now. Handle it.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh my god, you boys are pathetic. You deal with the biggest assholes every day at work and yet are scared of a tiny wolf?” I walk out the front door in a rush. “Come on, then.”

Elliot follows me as I walk to his car. “You just need some lights out here. It’s very dark,” he justifies himself.

I look up to the house to see Christopher and Eddie peering around the doorjamb as if scared for their lives.

I giggle, and Elliot laughs too.

“Good luck living here with those two wimps,” Elliot says as he kisses my cheek.

“Thanks.” I wave him off and watch as his car drives away.

I walk over to the bush as I bite my bottom lip to stop myself smiling.

“What are you doing?” Christopher calls.

“Just checking things out.”

“Check them out tomorrow, when it’s light,” he calls.

I walk into the bushes. Elliot is right—it is pitch black out here.

“Hayden . . . ,” Christopher calls.

I crouch down and hide.

“Hayden . . . ,” he calls. “The fuck is she doing out there?” I hear him ask Eddie.