“And I am a princess and deserve to be told that all the time.”
Kip burst out laughing into his microphone as Hayden shoved his under my nose. “Just say yes, damn it, Ashley. It’s hot as balls and my arm’s getting tired.”
“Your arm’s tired? Imagine how my leg feels, you insensitive a—” the rest of the word was muffled by Meg’s hand as she covered my mouth. When she finally released me, I looked back down at Kip who was still kneeling as he waited for my answer. “Of course I’ll marry you,” I yelled down at him, but as he got up, I caught sight of a big grass stain on his knee. “But I’m not getting the grass stains out of your uniform.”
“What about blood?” Hayden whispered, and then burst out laughing at my look of horror. “Bet you wish he played soccer now. We’re gentlemen, so blood rarely happens.”
I was about to say something derogatory, but big hands caught me by the shoulders and turned me around. Before I could even blink, Kip was kissing me and putting the ring on my finger as the stadium burst into a roar of applause.
THE END