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“I think Micah was right. You are our lucky charm.”
We’re in a school, her place of work, but I can’t stop myself from pulling her into me and sealing my lips over hers in an embrace less chaste than our earlier kiss.
A throat clearing from across the gym breaks our trance. We pull back, breathing heavily as we stare into each other’s eyes, neither of us able to look away.
“Did he say yes?” Bella calls out.
We laugh, realizing neither of us actually said the words.
“Yes,” we say in unison.
“I know this is fast, and this town is going to think we’re crazy rushing into this, but I don’t want to live one more day without you as part of our family,” she whispers against my lips as I rest my forehead against hers.
“Your place or mine?”
She laughs. “I think you know the answer to that one.”
I nod.
“But bring the couch.”
CHAPTER 26
MIKE
“Are we there yet?” Levi whines from the back seat.
“Almost, Levisaur.” I smile as I grip Lucky’s thigh from the passenger seat. “Ma and Da are going to be excited to meet ya.”
“They won’t be mad that you missed St. Patrick’s Day with them?”
I shake my head, squeezing her thigh tighter. “They understood, and they’re thrilled for us.”
“Fudgsicles,” Lucky mutters as red and blue lights illuminate the car.
“I want a Fudgsicle!” the boys beg in unison.
Lucky pulls the car to the shoulder as I reach into her glove box to retrieve her paperwork and hand it to her as she lowers her window.
“License and registration,” a voice booms.
“Doug!” I say, smiling at the officer.
He looks between us, frowning at Lucky before his eyes and flashlight land on me and a smile crosses his features. “Mike!”
I lean across Lucky and extend my hand as Doug slaps it in our practiced shake.
Lucky’s head swivels between us. “Umm, you two know each other?”
“This is Doug. We met on a call a few years back. Doug, this is my fiancée?—”
“Lucy,” he finishes.
“You two know each other?” I chuckle, looking between them.
“We went on a date once, a couple months back,” he says with pursed lips.
Lucky locks eyes with me. “We had lunch the day Micah broke his arm.”
