All eyes are on them as Diesel clumsily fidgets and tries to pull the ring from his pocket. As soon as he flips open the box, tears spill down Rowan’s face. Diesel drops to one knee and tells her he knew she was his the first time they kissed. My eyes fall on Maize, who’s standing with her hand on her chest over her heart, and she looks so goddamn beautiful with her hair pulled back. Even from a distance, I can see the softness of her neck and have the urge to run my mouth across her skin.

She may be anti-love, but I’m convinced it’s all a ploy.

Rowan hesitates with her answer, and eventually, her grandma Bishop speaks up. “Rowan Bishop, you better give that man an answer and not keep him and the rest of us waitin’.”

With a grandma like that, no wonder she’s a spitfire.

“Yes, yes, yes! I will marry you,” Rowan yells, loud enough I’m sure everyone in San Antonio could hear her answer. They have a little make-out session, then Diesel slips the ring on her finger. It’s adorable, and I’m glad they’re so happy and will officially start their life together.

After they walk away for some privacy, Jackson and John serve everyone what they’ve been grilling. I get up and grab food for Sarah and me, then deliver it back.

“I’m so happy for them,” she says, taking a bite of her burger. “I love engagements and weddings. Mama says I’m a hopeless romantic, always have been, if I’m being honest,” she admits.

“I can see that,” I say. “It’s not a bad thing to have a heart. Shows you’re compassionate.”

After we finish, the fireworks are nearly set up, and they’ll start lighting them any minute now. I see Maize, who looks like she’s ready to internally combust when Rowan walks up to her. It’s obvious she’s pissed. When Rowan pulls her away to talk to her, I nearly chuckle. While her anger shouldn’t bring me joy, it does. It’s proof she’s jealous as hell. Once they head to the drink table, I turn to Sarah. “You thirsty?”

She nods, leaning back on the blanket.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her and stand.

As soon as I’m close to Maize, I gently pull her away from Rowan so I can get a few words in.

“I’ve put the pieces together, Maize,” I say in a lowered tone. She looks at me like she wants to throw daggers at my face.

“What are you talkin’ about exactly?” she asks, playing dumb like usual.