“You think so, Thor?”
He walked around my dad and stood in front of me. His gaze tracked over my face, then he curled his arms around my waist and lifted me up off my toes. “We’re totally getting married, Ruby.”
I cupped his cheeks. “Your proposal needs work.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, you idiot.”
He swung me around, and miracle of miracles, my stomach didn’t protest. “Someday you’ll drop the idiot part.”
I grinned. “Probably not.”
He was right. We were totally getting married. But I wasn’t squeezing into another freaking dress.