Headlines (Prime Time #3) - Ella Frank Page 0,67

bluff and the private beach the listing boasted, and as I took in the panoramic lake views, my feet got stuck in the sand. “Oh my God. Sean, this is…”

Sean let go of my hand and walked across the shore to the water’s edge, and the sight of him standing there in the afternoon sun just about took my breath away.

Sometime during the past couple of months, Sean had found his way into my heart and become the most important part of it. He had this way about him that called to me, that calmed me, and while we knew that people thought we were mad, to us, it didn’t matter.

It was like we’d waited our entire life to come together at this exact moment, and I wasn’t about to miss it.

“Marry me.”

The words were out of my mouth before I realized I was even going to say them. But something about the peace and quiet of this place made me greedy, realizing that my entire future was standing right in front of me.

“What did you just say?”

I made my way over to Sean, and as the cool lake breeze swirled around us, I reached out and took his hands.

This was it. Sean was it. And as I stood there with my heart on my sleeve, I asked him again, “Will you marry me?”

Epilogue

Xander

One Week Later

THE RED LIGHT on camera one blinked as I aimed my smile in Mikey’s direction, and he signaled a commercial break. It was Friday night and the final broadcast of the week. It was also a test of sorts for my new EP—Angela Davis—and so far, she hadn’t messed it up.

Bright, energetic, and possessing a resumé impressive enough to make both Marcus and myself take a second look, Angela had jumped at the opportunity to step in tonight and show us what she could offer as my executive producer.

From the first run-through to the last, she’d gone through each of the news blocks today in search of the which story was most important, and not once looked to me for assistance. She ran my war room like a pro, and sent her soldiers off to fight the good fight, and when I’d sat down in front of the camera tonight, I’d had no hesitation about the lineup she’d handed over.

I glanced at the clock above the cameras and took a sip of water as everyone moved back into position, indicating we were about to go back on air. A few seconds away from go, the door to the studio opened and Ryan stepped inside with Sean in tow. They looked in my direction and waved.

This was the best part of my day. When Sean walked into a room—any room. It was like everything else in the world faded into the background, and as far as I was concerned, that was where it could stay.

Ryan led him over to camera two. Sean stopped beside Greg and nodded at something Ryan said, and I took a moment to drink in the sight of him.

In a fitted blue suit that molded to his frame and an open white collared shirt beneath, Sean looked as handsome as ever. He’d styled his hair, pushing it back from his face, and tonight he’d trimmed his stubble down to a sexy shadow that I wanted to rub my cheek against.

He’d dressed up tonight because we were celebrating. Yesterday, we’d signed the paperwork for the house on the North Shore, and we’d decided to go out to dinner this evening before we dove into packing up my place this weekend.

Life was barreling along at a million miles an hour, and we were holding on to each other and enjoying the ride. Before I could go and get my hands on him tonight, however, I needed to wrap up the broadcast and sign off for the weekend.

Sean winked at me, and I turned in my seat so I was back to facing camera one.

Mikey nodded my way, a gesture I returned. Then he counted me in.

“We’re back in five, four, three…”

“As you all know, we usually end our broadcast with a story that inspires. One that uplifts or brings joy to us all. A story that gives us a reason to be happy and hopeful as we head into the evening. But tonight, instead of venturing outside of the newsroom for our final story, I’d like to take a moment to share with you some joyful news of my own. This past weekend, I