One Day Fiance - Lauren Landish Page 0,142

I’d eat all the candy I won but save the strawberry candies for him because they were his favorites.”

Caylee perks up, smiling. “I remember that. He always had strawberry candy in his pocket.” She pats her chest, right over her heart, and I get a mental image of a miniature Caylee digging in her Granddad’s pocket for sweets every time she saw him.

Connor told me that Robert wasn’t the same after his dad died, and I wonder if a part of that is because nobody talked about him anymore. He’s been living with all this sadness and grief inside and no one to talk to about it. Hopefully, today will be a new beginning for us all, one with open lines of communication.

Over dessert, Connor places his napkin on the table and says, “There is one more thing.”

I look at him in surprise, and wary concern steals the smile Debra’s been sporting all through dinner.

“Uh, what are you talking about? That’s everything.” Connor raises a brow questioningly, and I pale. “Isn’t it? Oh, shit, is there something else I don’t know? It’d better be something good because I’m all out of patience and understanding right now. I’ve got zero fucks left to give, Connor, so choose your next big reveal carefully.”

He smiles, not the least bit scared by my threat, and stands. “Poppy, I met you a few weeks ago and could’ve never predicted what your running into me at that dinner would do to my heart. Or my foot. Those heels of yours left a bruise for days.”

I interrupt, grinning. “You deserved it.” I look to Caylee, Evan, Debra, and Robert, pleading my case. “He did!”

Connor chuckles and drops to one knee. “Are you seriously going to show them the bruise?” I ask. “It’s healed. I know it is because I saw you walking around naked, swinging your dick like a helicopter this morning. And there was no bruise on your foot.”

Connor cocks an eye at me in mock anger. “If my dick is out and you’re looking at my feet, we have a problem.”

I shrug, ignoring the occasional shocked gasp from Debra. “Fair point. But what are you doing down there?”

Caylee gasps, getting it before anyone else does. “Connor, didn’t you already do this?”

“Do what?” I ask, still confused.

Connor smiles and looks around the room. “About that . . . Poppy voluntold me that she was coming to that dinner with me. She was only supposed to be a one-day fiancée. But I want a whole lot more than that. I want her to be my wife forever.”

It hits me, and my cheeks puff up from how big I’m smiling, and my eyes burn from unshed tears of happiness.

“Is that a question?” I ask him, knowing that he never asks things. He’s getting better, but he’s still grumpy and statement based. Questions are like gold coins for him.

But this time, he nods and in a rough voice filled with emotion, he asks, “Poppy Woodstock, will you be my wife?”

I launch myself at him, tackling him to the floor. Thankfully, the rug is soft and breaks our landing as I smother him with kisses. Mwah–mwah–mwah.

He laughs, the vibration in his chest making my own happiness bubble up too, and our teeth clack together as I kiss him once more, not letting a little thing like laughter get in my way.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” I cup his face, grinning. “You, big bad thief. You stole my heart.”

I hear snickers from the table and realize that might’ve sounded a bit like bedroom talk, but I’m too happy to care. Especially when Connor plays along, growling, “I didn’t steal it. It was mine all along.”

Oh, fuck yeah, my next male main character is going to be a growly-possessive sort inspired by Connor because my baby makers are exploding like fireworks right now. Can it be possible for sound to trigger ovulation? Right now, I’m pretty sure it can.

In fact, the story is already writing itself in my mind . . . an asshole not looking for love and a spontaneous, crazy girl who believes in fairy tales. There should be twists and turns, with someone almost dying. Oh, and a lovey-dovey scene on the beach where they express their deepest, sweetest emotions. Yeah, that sounds like a bestseller!

“Poppy?”

I come back from my mental journey into my next book to see him looking at me with worry marring his brows. Relieving his stress, I smile and kiss him. “Can

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