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“I won the AC Cola Cup.”
The waiter set my mai tai in front of me, and I smiled up at him. “Thank you.”
“Did you hear me?” Brooks asked.
I sipped my drink and stared out to the ocean. “I think I was there, Brooks.”
Brooks and I were sitting at a table on the outside patio of the restaurant. We were fifteen feet away from the ocean, and I was pretty sure we were in Heaven.
“You remember what you told me if I won the AC Cola Cup?”
Oh, I remember all right. I had been waiting for Brooks to bring this up. Butterflies floated around my stomach. “Refresh my memory.”
“You’re marrying me, Frankie. You’re mine.”
I sighed and turned my gaze back to the ocean. “I was yours before you won the cup, Brooks.”
“You were?”
I laughed and sipped my drink. “I was. Even when I sailed that wrench past your head.”
“Doubtful,” Brooks laughed. “You had every intention of putting a nice dent in my skull.”
I tipped my glass toward him. “Touché.”
“So now you better pick a date.”
I leveled my gaze at him. “Did you ask my brothers?”
Brooks crossed his arms over his chest smugly. “I sure did. Remember over Christmas when I was down in the garage with them when you were cooking with Leelee, Violet, and Scarlet?”
I did. I was pissed off I had to stay up in the kitchen and they got to go down in the garage. “You asked them then?” Brooks nodded his head. “Kurt hit you?”
Brooks grumbled under his breath. “He took a swing at me but I was able to duck before his fist connected with my nose.”
I snickered. That was totally Kurt. Even having a few kids hadn’t completely mellowed him out. “Luke probably grunted, and Mitch was the one who actually acted like an adult.”
“You know your brothers so well.”
I sighed and finished my drink. “They need to make these in bigger sizes.”
“Frankie.”
My eyes connected with Brooks. “Yes?”
“Will you marry me?”
A small smile crossed my lips. “I’m all yours, Mr. Holeshot.”
The End