Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

“About that,” I said through the megaphone. “I think you should make an honest woman of me.”

Caleb leaned forward and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

I clutched the megaphone. I was really doing this. Nothing had ever felt so right.

So meant to happen.

“Yes.” I grinned. “I absolutely am.”

When he disappeared from the window without answering, my heart plummeted. Had I gone too far?

The crowd went from cheering to chattering nervously in the span of a few minutes.

“Crap.” I shielded my eyes from the late day sun.

“Always let the guy do the asking, Blondie,” Lucky called.

I wiped away tears I didn’t know I’d been shedding. Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. I should have gone to him like an adult and talked things through.

Suddenly, cars started honking. I craned my neck to see what the excitement was about. Then I glimpsed him there on the sidewalk staring at me, his chest rising and falling. He must have run down the stairs.

I laughed and scrambled down from the trunk into the backseat.

And then he was running to me.

“You sure know how to make an entrance, Lu.” He was out of breath, and exhaustion seeped through the happiness radiating from him.

I dropped the megaphone beside me on the seat. “Yeah, I figured I needed a big moment after what I did.”

He walked up to the car and reached for me, lifting me out of the back. Just like a proper romantic movie hero would.

I grabbed his shoulders and curled my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. I was stupid.”

Caleb wrapped his arms around me and covered my mouth. “I don’t care.” He punctuated each word with kisses. “You’re here. I’m never letting you go again.”

I laughed and tasted tears along with the cinnamon flavor of his gum. I leaned back, my feet still dangling off the pavement. “So, is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes.” He kissed me again. “Always yes when it comes to you, Lu.”

Relief poured through me as I pressed my cheek to his. The crowd that had gathered was still clapping, but some of the people were already dispersing. Lucky was standing on the hood of his truck with his arms up as if he was the one who was the champion.

But he wasn’t.

I was.

“I love you, Luna,” Caleb murmured. “Now and every day. I’ll make sure to show you how much. Even if I trip and fall on my face now and then.”

“We’ll fall and get up together.” I leaned back enough to kiss him again. “I love you too.”

He gripped my butt to keep me close. “I might get overwhelming. I don’t mean to be—”

I kissed him quiet. “I know.” I sniffed. “I’ll tell you when it’s too big this time. I won’t run again, I swear.”

“Damn right.”

“Can I go now? I’m about to drown in vomit,” Tish interrupted.

I twisted my neck to smile at her. “Thank you so much, Tish.”