Oliver hugs me tight. "Thank you."
I have no idea what he's thanking me for. "You're welcome."
He rakes a hand through his hair. "I have to get down to the field." Oliver exclaims, his eyes dancing like a kid's on Christmas Day.
"Yeah, you do." He's got to be there to accept the Lombardi trophy.
Mar and I stay in the owner's box, with our arms around each other and watch the joy play out on the field. I search for Ty, but I can't see him. He's lost in the maelstrom of confetti and balloons raining down from the dome's ceiling. The waiter walks around with trays of champagne glasses. Both Mar and I grab flutes and clink. We've been through a lot during the last several months, but somehow our friendship has withstood the test of good times and bad.
"Who knew four months ago we'd be standing here today drinking champagne and celebrating a Super Bowl win?"
I laugh. "Not me. That's for sure."
"So, about you and Ty?"
Another laugh escapes me. "You never give up, do you?"
"What else are friends for?"
"I have no idea, Mar. And that's the truth. All I know is I want to be with Ty. I'm ready to take a chance on him."
"Look at the tv." She gestures to the big screen in the corner of the room.
A stand has been erected in the middle of the field for the owner to receive the Lombardi trophy which is winding its way through the throng of players in the hands of a Hall of Famer. Oliver must have made it down there in record time, for he's standing there next to an officious looking man and Coach Gronowski. Ty's in the background, not quite taking center stage.
After the trophy finally makes its way to the stand, the Commissioner of Football makes a short speech and hands Oliver the trophy. Both he and Coach Gronowski thank the players and the fans.
And then Ty's called up front. He's been named the game's Most Valuable Player. As well he should. He does his bit thanking the fans, Coach Gronowski, and Oliver for keeping faith with him, even when he got hurt.
"And a particular thanks goes to MacKenna Perkins, for believing in me." He does the fist to his heart thing and gestures to the owner's box.
Even though I know there's a camera pointed in my direction, I can't help the tears from flowing down my cheeks.
With the celebration winding down, we make our way out of the box to the elevator and fight the crowds to the exclusive parking lot for the VIP guests. They'll celebrate in the locker room, shower and dress to get ready to celebrate some more at the party Oliver organized for them. But it will be a couple of hours before they get there which gives me enough time to change into the sexy dress Ty picked out for me. The one I found in my room when I arrived.
For what seems like hours, I wait until the knock on my door. With my heart pounding, I open it. It's him. I fly into his arms and he catches me. We kiss. A long, slow kiss that winds its way down my body and ends at the tips of my curling toes.
"I love you." His husky voice sets me trembling.
"I love you too."
"Yeah?" His smile almost blinds me with its brilliance.
"Yeah."
"So now that your article's done and published, will you finally move in with me?"
"I'll need to bring Rosco. He can't stay in that doggie spa forever."
"No problem. I have a great, big back yard for him to romp in. He'll love it. How's your collarbone?"
"Almost healed."
"Good, because there are some things I want to try with you once you're healthy."
"Like what?"
“Sweetheart, you’ll just have to wait to find out.”
“I’ll heal fast.”
“You’d better. Now. Much as I’d rather spend the time here making love to you—“
A tremble runs through me.
“—we must attend the celebration that’s being held downstairs in the ballroom. But afterwards—”
“Yes.”
“Afterwards, I’ll make love to you on that bed.” His kiss is long and sweet and filled with a promise I know he’ll keep.
“Can’t wait.”
“In the meantime, I have a present.” He dangles a key ring in front of me.
“What is it?”
“Turns out the Most Valuable Player award comes with a car.”
“But that’s yours.”
“What’s mine is yours. Forever and ever.” He hauls me into that hard body of his and kisses me again. “Will you marry me, MacKenna, and make an honest man out of me?”
I don’t even think about saying no.
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