Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Cash

“Oh, shit. Wait a second,” Gunner says, jumping off the sofa and leaving me completely exposed.

He picks up his jeans and pulls out a tiny black velvet box. Turning, he lowers to one knee before he looks at me, and a slow, sexy smile forms on his lips.

“This moment was supposed to be super romantic, but seeing you naked, with those sexy-as-hell nipples begging for my mouth, has me forgetting everything,” he says, looking at me with lust and desire burning in his eyes. He discards the box on the side table and climbs on top of me.

“Oh, no. You can’t seriously expect a round two before you open that little box,” I say, my arms extended as I try to hold Gunner at bay.

He pushes against me, holding his weight on his elbows. “You ladies only have one thing on your mind. Can’t wait to be my ball and chain, huh, baby?”

“Gunner Shaw, you better be giving me that ring. This instant!” I swat his shoulders while laughing uncontrollably.

Gunner bends and kisses me quickly before grabbing the discarded ring on the floor. “Cash, my beautiful, sexy, talented girl,” he says, standing and holding the box in his hands, his fingers tracing the edges. He gets down on one knee as I move to the edge of the sofa.

I have so much love for this man, my man. He’s strong, kind, and warm. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted and everything I’ve always needed.

“I never thought I would find someone so utterly perfect for me in every single way. And then you walked into my bar and turned my entire world upside down with your smart mouth and beautiful soul. You even won over my mother and helped her clean up her act. You make my life perfect, You’re perfect. I know you can do significantly better than me, but I’m so grateful you don’t want to. Cash, will you make me the happiest man in the world by agreeing to be my wife?”

The tears come thundering down my face. I don’t look graceful; I’m full-on ugly crying. I gaze at my sweet man, feeling so full and beyond happy.

Gunner places the huge rock on my finger. I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Yes!” I shout, placing kisses all over his face. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I will marry you. I love you so much, Gunner.”

“I love you too, beautiful. Now, how about we make those babies?” He carries me to the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed and covers my body with his, obliterating the darkness of my past with a promise of a brighter future.

A future with him.