Page 100 of Whiskey Flirt
“Elodie Palmer?” A sexy grin curves his lips. “Sugar? Will you marry me?”
“Oh my god, of course. Yes!” I wave my left hand in front of him. “Put it on, put it on.”
His grin is bigger than I’ve ever seen. The ring slides into place, a perfect fit. Cruz Foster is a prepared man.
He rises and sweeps me into his arms, letting out a big whoop. I cling to him, laughing as he spins me around.
“I’m going to make you a happy woman, Elodie. You and little future Lawson and Sylvie.”
“You already do.” Cruz keeps his word. I slide down his hard body when he sets me back on my feet. “Should we call or text everyone?”
The suggestive grin is back. “The rest of our bourbon is waiting for us, but the barn is right here, and you have a dress on, and we need to celebrate.” He takes my hand again and tows me toward the opening of the barn. “I’ve been planning for a long time to bring the love of my life here—and get inside of her.”
“I’m happy to make your dreams come true.”
“Aw, Elodie.” He spins me around. “You already do. Now grab the post and hang on. I’m about to make you mine again.”
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