Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,67

reality it had been the best day of mine, and he had made it that way.

“What are you doing?”

He was only one step away from me when he gripped his slacks just at his thighs and shifted them up as he bent to his knee. I looked down to see if one of his shoes were untied or maybe there was a scuff mark on the floor. Anything that would give a logical explanation for why this man would be kneeling in front of me right now.

“Brooke, I know this relationship of ours started off a little unconventionally, but I wouldn’t take one moment of it back. I knew I loved you when we were still faking it, and I’ve known it every day since.” He shifted his hands in front of him, and I held my breath as I watched him. “Our first relationship agreement had come with a deal, and I think that this one should to.” He held a delicate intricate ring in front of him, and I stared down at it without a word. I could barely manage a small breath. “If you’ll agree to marry me, I promise to do everything in my power to make you happy. I’ll try to not be so overprotective, and I’ll never complain about the amount of shoes you buy.”

I could feel tears filling my eyes and I tried to blink them away as I responded. “It would seem I’m getting the better end of this deal.”

He shook his head quickly as if it was the most absurd thing I had ever said. “Trust me, baby girl. I am.”

He was still on his knee, and I couldn’t believe this was happening. I looked around us at everything we had already accomplished together, but none of it would have mattered. None of it mattered except him.

“Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you.” I reached out toward the ring, but he pulled it away.

“I think we should set some ground rules first.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “And what would those be?”

“There will definitely be kissing and lots of sex.”

I rolled my eyes and took a small step closer to him. “Anything else?”

“Yea.” He nodded as he stood and gripped my hand in his. I watched as he slipped the ring onto my finger, and I had the weirdest feeling that I had seen that ring before. “You have to promise to never leave me.”

I looked up at him and wrapped my hands around his neck. My left hand suddenly heavier in the most delicious way. “I promise.”

He kissed me then, a kiss that I would remember for the rest of my life, and I fell into him as I always had. He made it impossible to do anything less.

“I love you.” He kissed my lips then my jaw then my nose.

“I love you too.”

“Are you happy?” He whispered his question against my skin.

“I’ve never been happier in my life.”

He smiled and gripped my hand in his. We both looked down at it, his ring fitting perfectly on my finger.

“Liam?”

“Yea?”

I was still staring down at the somehow familiar ring. “Where did you get this ring?”

His smile seemed to double at my question. “It was my mama’s.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss against my ring. “My dad proposed to her with it thirty-five years ago, and she wanted you to have it.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down my racing heart. “It’s too much.” I shook my head. A girl like me didn’t get everything. I couldn’t have everything I had ever dared dream of.

“No.” He gripped my face in his hands and stared down at me like a man who was completely and irrevocably in love. “It’s perfect.”

And for the first time in my life, I believed him.

I hope you enjoyed Brooke, Liam, and their crazy friends! If you enjoyed this book and want more, be sure to continue reading for an excerpt from my bestselling contemporary romance Where Good Girls Go to Die.

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