Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(130)
Her heart gave a little leap.
“Absolutely not,” Alice replied. “I mean . . . I had to live without it for twenty years of my life. I’ll never surrender it willingly again.”
He nodded, keeping his face impassive. Still, she sensed her answer had subdued him. She laughed softly and stroked the back of his hand.
“I may, however, consider hyphenating . . . if the right offer came along.”
Frustratingly, he didn’t say anything else. “Dylan.”
“What?”
“Are you asking me if I’ll marry you?” she blurted out irrepressibly.
“I was testing the waters,” he said, arching his dark brows and giving her that smoky, knowing look that always reminded her of a pirate.
“But—”
“Don’t push it, little girl,” he murmured, his mouth tilting in amusement.
She shook her head in mock disgust. She knew him so well by now. He’d ask her to marry him all right, in his own special manner. Dylan never did anything halfway when it came to her. He was forever surprising her, whether it be with a gift presented at just the right moment or by thoughtfully including one of her friends, like Maggie, for a dinner.
He had become a lot less strained in his worry over her in the past weeks, but she had a feeling he’d always be cautious when it came to looking out for her. It was their history that had made him that way, and she understood. It was the same reason he never seemed to cease celebrating her presence, as well. She could hardly complain about his solemn, poignant gratitude about her very existence, even if it did surprise her anew every hour of every day.
Alice tore her gaze off him when the waiter returned. She took the folder, now finding it impossible to hide an ebullient grin. She was having more and more trouble disguising her joy behind a mask of tough indifference these days.
Could my life be any more amazing? Could I be any luckier?
“About those waters . . . ” she murmured in an offhand manner, pretending to be preoccupied about adding a tip to the bill. “Just my opinion, but I’d say they’re pretty damn inviting.”
She looked up at his warm, gruff chuckle. She saw it there in that moment, in Dylan’s gleaming eyes: a whole future of wild heat and sweet, quiet moments of sharing. Their unusually strong bond was only going to grow unbreakable. Alice still doubted, at times. She still silently second-guessed herself, and she sometimes wondered if her sarcastic tongue and ever-ready cynicism could ever be fully vanquished. But one thing had forever changed. She now knew that her doubt and mistrust could potentially be the slayer of her bond with Dylan, if she let it be. And there was no way in hell she was ever going to let that enemy win on that particular battlefield.
Her parents had gotten it right. Her life really had been miraculous, in the end. Alice trusted, and she loved with all her heart. For her, there was no greater miracle than that.
She squeezed Dylan’s hand. Turning to the bill, she signed her new name with a proud flourish.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Beth Kery lives in Chicago where she juggles the demands of her career, her love of the city and the arts, and a busy family life. Her writing today reflects her passion for all of the above. She is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Because You Are Mine. Find out more about Beth and her books at BethKery.com or Facebook.com/Beth.Kery.