Second Chance(103)

By: Natalie Ann

“It’s about us.”

That just added to his confusion even more, but he opened her laptop and started to read.

Just about six hours later, like she’d said, he closed the lid. “I don’t know how you managed to make me feel like I just lived my life again, yet it’s not really our story, is it?”

“At the heart of it, it is. We had our second chance and it inspired me to write about one.”

He pulled her into his lap and held her tight. “I didn’t know you wanted to write about romance. I thought that was more Rene’s type of thing.”

Rene had always been a romantic at heart. She’d even been busting on Mallory to write a romance novel and Mallory never let on she was already doing it.

“She’s going to be so ticked off that I hid this book from her. I might even let her read it before it’s published, just to make her feel better.”

“She’d like that.”

“So you liked the book? Not too cheesy?”

“Love is never cheesy, Mallory.”

“It can be,” she said, giggling.

“It can be, but it’s not.” That reminded him of how he’d told Kendra that love was everything. He pushed her off his lap and stood up. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

“Where are you going?”

“I need to get something. I was going to wait, but now it just seems right.”

He walked into his office and opened the drawer, then returned to see her sitting where he’d left her. “I’ll try not to be cheesy.”

She looked up from her computer, only to have her jaw drop as he went down on one knee in front of her.

“I was going to wait and do it in front of everyone tomorrow, but it’s better this way. It’s better being just the two of us.”

“Oh my God.”

“This isn’t about God. It’s not about anyone but us. We’ve had our second chance and I’m not blowing it. I’m not losing you, and I’m making an honest woman out of you. I want you to marry me, take my name, and fill this house with our kids. I want to grow old with you, and I want to make our love stronger each day.”

She was still staring at him in shock and he was starting to wonder if maybe he was rushing things.

“Is this real or am I imagining it? I still wonder if the last several months really happened or if I’m going to wake up from a beautiful dream and realize it had all been a tease to me.”

“No tease. No dream. It’s all real, and I’m all yours.”

She learned forward and pressed her lips to his. “I’ve always been all yours.”