Harmony and High Heels (Fort Worth Wranglers 2)

She studied him for long seconds and then she raised one eyebrow. “I’ll think about it.” She rolled over and pulled the covers up to her chin.

He waited for her to say something else, to admit that she was just messing with him. But minutes ticked by, and she said nothing at all.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he rolled her back onto her back and demanded, “Seriously? That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Payback’s a bitch.” She busted out laughing.

“Harmony.” The most important moment of his life, and she was messing with him. God, that’s why he loved her so much.

“Dalton.” She returned his staunch tone.

“You’re going to marry me.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Am I?”

“Damn straight you are.” There was only one thing left to do. He tickled her until she was writhing beneath him.

She laughed. “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I’ll marry you. What the hell else have I got to do?” She grinned up at him. “Besides, I hear you can get me fifty-yard-line seats to all of the Wranglers games.”

He grabbed her hand and shoved his ring on her finger, where it belonged. Where he was determined it would stay for the rest of their lives.

And what do you know, it looked absolutely perfect.

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