Page 109 of A Good Man
“I never knew you were such a good dancer. You’re full of surprises.”
“Oh yeah?” Michael’s lips traced the shell of her ear. “You like my moves?”
“I do.”
“There’s one I’ve been practicing.”
When he stepped back and reached into his jacket pocket, her pulse began to race. She couldn’t help it. He looked so devastating in that suit and his face was love of love and hope.
He went down on bended knee, right in the middle of the dance floor. The band conductor put a stop to the music and turned to Michael, grinning, his baton lowered. Michael produced a velvet box and opened it. Inside was the loveliest ring she’d ever seen. Diamonds sparkled from the vintage band.
“Oh, my God…”
“Emily.” He took her hand. “You know I love you. You have been my strength and my happiness. When I look at you, I see everything that’s good in the world. With you, I find my peace. I won’t be happy unless I can spend the rest of my life making you happy. Please say you’ll marry me.”
“Yes.” She didn’t stop to consider a single thing. She didn’t need to take a closer look at the ring. Sheknew. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“I’m sorry,” he deadpanned as he stood, his hand at his ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you. Was that a yes?”
“It’s a yes, you bum. Now get over here and kiss me!”
Michael drew her into his embrace and kissed her hard, so hard her lipstick would be smudged for days to come. The band started to play “The Wedding March” and everyone in the club cheered. They were still kissing minutes later when other couples began to dance around them and the band had resumed its normal play list.
“Now,” he said, gazing at her through hooded eyes. “Can you please stop groping me long enough for me to get this ring on you?”
She extended her hand. “Put it on.”
He slid it onto her finger. “I hope you like it. It took me a month to find the right one.”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
“I’m not perfect, Em.”
“You are for me and I love you.”
“I love you too, Dimples. You’ve made me so happy.” He cast a glance around the dance floor. “Now I think if we play our cards right, we can probably milk this thing and get free drinks from these people all night long. Or, if you prefer, we can go home now and I can spend the rest of the night worshipping your sexy body. What do you say?”
“Um, Monty, I’d like to pick curtain number two, please.”
“I knew I liked you. Let’s go home.”
Emily couldn’t stop smiling as he grabbed her hand, led her back to their table, and retrieved their things. She didn’t stop smiling when he led her out of the club and toward the parking lot.
Michael might not realize it, but she’d found her home the moment they met at Nonna’s place.
THE END
