“You know I wouldn’t have let you eat your ring.”
“I know.” I finally let up. “And I love you for it.”
His eyes lit up, his mischievous grin making my heart flutter. “That sounds suspiciously like a yes. And like I did an awesome proposal and you’re admitting that I wouldn’t have let you choke. Am I right?”
He knew how much I hated admitting that I was wrong. “You were right, and I was less right.”
“But were you wrong?”
I sighed dramatically. “I could have possibly been wrong. And this cake is really delicious. I will even share it with you.”
He got up and sat next to me on the stone wall of the bridge. “Now I know that’s a yes.” He took the chocolaty ring and slid it onto my finger. Perfect fit. I wasn’t ever going to take it off again. I mean, after I cleaned the remaining chocolate off. Then it would be stuck there for life.
I kissed him. “It’s a yes. It’s always been a yes and always will be. For the next seventy Christmases.”
“For the next seventy,” he agreed, and then he kissed me, a kiss full of promises and cake and love and Christmases yet to come.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you for coming along on this journey with me! I hope you enjoyed Bash and Ember’s story. If you’d like to find out when I’ve written something new, make sure you sign up for my newsletter at www.SariahWilson.com. I most definitely will not spam you. (I’m happy when I send out a newsletter once a month!)
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For everyone who is reading this—thank you. Thank you for your support, for your kind words, and for loving my characters as much as I do!
To Alison Dasho, thank you for all the opportunities and the support and for all your suggestions. It’s been such a joy working with you! Thank you to Megan Mulder for getting me the contract for this book. Thanks to the entire Montlake team for all that you do for me and my books (Anh, Kris, Kelsey, Le, Laura, and Lauren)! A special shout-out to those Montlakers who hang out with me at conferences and let me chat their ears off—Adria Martin, Jillian Cline, and Colleen Lindsay. And a special thank-you, as always, for Charlotte Herscher—for finding the story I want to tell and for helping me make everything better.
Thanks to Erin Dameron Hill for the beautiful cover, and thank you to all the proofreaders and copyeditors (including, but not limited to, Hannah, Laura, and Claire).
Thanks to the writing friends who support me, chat and hang out with me, and generally make my life better, both personally and professionally. (I’m not naming everyone here for fear of leaving someone out, but you guys know who you are!)
Thank you to Sarah Younger just for being awesome and for totally getting my snark and believing in my dreams, and to everyone at the Nancy Yost Literary Agency for supporting me.
For my children—I love you three thousand.
And Kevin, I may run out of ways to say it, but I’ll never stop loving you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bestselling author Sariah Wilson has never jumped out of an airplane or climbed Mount Everest, and she is not a former CIA operative. She has, however, been madly, passionately in love with her soul mate and is a fervent believer in happily ever afters—which is why she writes romances like the End of the Line novels, the Royals of Monterra series, and the #Lovestruck novels. After growing up in Southern California as the oldest of nine (yes, nine) children, she graduated from Brigham Young University with a semi-useless degree in history. She currently lives with the aforementioned soul mate and their four children in Utah, along with three tiger barb fish, a cat named Tiger, and a recently departed hamster who is buried in the backyard (and has nothing at all to do with tigers). For more information, visit her website at www.SariahWilson.com.
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