Daddy Undercover (Crescent Cove 9)

“I think we can do without it.”

He grinned up at me and fumbled in his pocket. With more pomp than I’d ever expected from my stoic best friend, he pulled out a velvet box and flipped it open. “Will you marry me, Bee? Take me and Sami and Sadie forever?”

“Oh, Brooks.” I couldn’t even see what was in the box through my tears, but I knew it would be perfect.

Well, perfectly Brooks.

I threw myself into his arms. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Thank God.” He fell back onto the ground on his butt and I straddled him in the middle of Main Street. I held out my hand and he slipped the ring on, and then pulled me in for a kiss. “I’m going to make you the happiest woman in the world,” he said against my mouth.

“You’re going to drive me crazy is what you’re going to do.”

“Probably.” He wrapped his arms around me and k

issed me hard, his lips cool and warm at the same time. And just maybe they were a little salty.

“You’re still living in sin until you get married, you know.”

We broke apart at the booming voice.

“Ma,” I laughed.

Bonnie had the megaphone now. “You’re all invited to the wedding.”

“Oh, shit.” Jared lifted me off the ground and stood. “Wait, Bonnie. We want a small wedding.”

“No, we don’t.” I moved over to stand by my mother. “I think I want a big wedding.”

Brooks paled. “You do?”

I smiled wider. “Oh, yeah. Think your brother will give us a deal?”

He blew out an exasperated breath. “Probably.”

“Good.” I ran over to him and jumped into his arms. “We’re getting married.”

He flashed me his hugest grin yet. “Damn straight, we are.”