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“I love it,” I say.

“We’re engaged,” Elliot says, light dancing in his eyes.

I take his hand. “You’re going to want a big wedding, aren’t you?”

“The biggest party of my life?” he says. “Hell yeah, I am. But I was thinking tiny ceremony, big reception. How does that sound?”

I squeeze his hand as we start back toward the beach. “That sounds perfect.”

A cool breeze dances across the water, the Orcas jump on the horizon, and Elliot and I walk along the shore, as happy as two people have ever been.

The end

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