I nodded again, my heart picking up its pace. “Yes.”

“You want to make a life with me?”

My heart seized in a rapid, stuttering beat. “Give me the words,” I whispered.

Ford pulled back, slipping a hand into his jeans pocket and pulling out a ring box. “Marry me.”

There was no hesitation, I launched myself at him. Luckily, Ford caught me with one hand under my butt and the other around my back as my legs wrapped around him, and my lips crashed into his. I took his mouth in a hungry kiss, one that said everything that words couldn’t.

When I pulled away, Ford laughed. “Does that mean yes?”

I grinned. “I didn’t think it was a question.”

Ford squeezed my ass. “It wasn’t. But I thought you might want to see the ring before you agreed.”

I gave my head a little shake. “The ring doesn’t matter. Only you and this life we’re going to build. That’s what matters.”

Ford eased me down his body and then cupped my face. “I love you, Bell.”

“More than breath,” I whispered.

He pulled the ring out of the box and slowly slid it onto my finger. It was perfect. The band a rosy gold, the ring itself almost looking like a flower with its intricate setting surrounding a round diamond. I sucked in air. “Okay, maybe the ring matters a little.”

Ford laughed, pressing a kiss to the ring now firmly planted on my finger and then pulled me back into his arms. “I’m going to make you happy, Bell.”

I looked up into Ford’s face, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You already have, happier than I ever thought possible.”

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PAST

I waved frantically, trying to clear the smoke away from the oven with one hand as I attempted to open the kitchen window with the other. My efforts were in vain. The smoke detector let out a wail that was likely to make my brain bleed.

“Blasted oven.” I ran for one of the barstools and tugged it over beneath the shrieking alarm. I climbed up, stretching on my tiptoes until I could just reach the device. I twisted it off and quickly unplugged the wire.

“What in heaven’s name is going on in here? Do I need to get the fire extinguisher?”

“I’m sorry, Harriet. I just…” I wasn’t sure how to finish that statement.