Using his blunt fingers, he extracted it from the box.
She held out her left hand, and he smoothly pushed it onto her ring finger. It fit. She held her hand at arms length, flexing her wrist and watching the sparkle.
“This should shut Travis up,” she mused.
“Yes.” Caleb kissed her finger with the ring. “Because that was my secret plan. I figured, you know, if you’d marry me, it would be a bonus. But what I was really looking to do was get your brother off my back.”
“We’re really going to do this? You and me? Us?” Both her brain and her emotions were operating on overload. Caleb had come back to Lyndon Valley. He loved her. They were staying together. It defied imagination.
“Just as soon as you’ll let me.”
Uncertainty suddenly overtook her. “But, what then? Where do we go? Where do we live? My family’s here. You’re there.”
“Well, Reed will be back living at his ranch.”
She froze. “Seriously?”
Caleb nodded.
“He’s coming home?”
“He’s already home.”
She hugged Caleb tight, and his arms went fully around her. “Part time here,” he said. “Part time in Chicago. We made it work for two weeks. I’m sure we can make it work for the rest of our lives.”
Mandy sighed and burrowed herself in his chest. “For the rest of our lives.”
Once again, Caleb couldn’t seem to bring himself to let go of Mandy.
Back inside the ranch house, her brothers, Abigail and Reed all gathered around them, admiring her ring, hugging and kissing and laughing their congratulations. When they eventually gave way, Abigail went to the kitchen to find a bottle of champagne.
Caleb lowered himself into a leather armchair, and drew Mandy down into his lap, settling her against his shoulder, holding her hand and toying with the engagement ring on her finger.
His brother shot him a knowing grin, and Caleb smiled back, marveling at how the years had melted away. On the airplane and later in the car, he and Reed had talked. They’d talked about their years as children and teenagers, what had happened to each of them after Caleb had left for Chicago and Reed’s plans for the future.
Seth retrieved six champagne glasses from the china cabinet, setting them out on the dining-room table. “So, Caleb. Are you moving back here, or are you taking our sister away?”
“Both,” said Caleb, casting a long glance at Mandy’s profile. “We’ll have to play it by ear to start. I’m hoping Reed won’t mind if we stay at his place while we’re in the valley.”
“Welcome anytime,” said Reed.
“Seriously?” Mandy asked in obvious surprise. “You’re going to stay at your ranch?”
“Seriously,” Caleb told her. “A very wise woman once told me I needed to change my perception of it.”
He leaned in close to her ear. “I figure we’ll need to make love in every room in the house.”
She whispered back. “Not when Reed’s around.”
“What are you two whispering about?” asked Abigail as she appeared with a bottle of champagne.
“I’m sure you don’t want to know,” Travis sang, lifting the bottle from his sister’s hands and peeling off the foil.
“I’ve been thinking,” Caleb said to Reed, framing up an idea in his mind. “It’s not really fair for Mandy and I to set up a permanent place in your house.”
Reed frowned at him. “Why not?”
“I think we should be partners.”
His brother shrugged. “Keep half of it if you want. But you’re on the hook for the years we have a loss.”
Caleb shook his head. “The ranch is yours. Danielle’s already drafted up the papers. But I’ll buy half of it back from you.”
Reed scoffed out a laugh. “Right.”
The champagne cork popped, and Abby laughed as the foam poured over Travis’s hand.
“It’s been recently appraised,” Caleb noted. “So there’ll be no trouble establishing a price.”
Reed stared levelly across at him. “You think you’re going to give me fifteen million dollars?”
“Fourteen five, actually. I hear the water rights are screwing with land values.”
Abigail and Travis began handing around the full glasses.
“I’d take the offer,” Seth told Reed.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Reed countered.
“I’d play hardball if I was you,” said Abigail. “Where’s he going to find another ranch with such terrific neighbors?”
“Play hardball,” Mandy agreed with her sister. She bopped the side of her head against Caleb’s chest. “Give him the fifteen.”
Then she sat up straighter and accepted a glass of champagne from her sister.
Travis handed one to Reed.
Reed brandished his own glass like a weapon. “I’m not taking any money for the ranch. And that’s final.”
“Mandy,” Caleb intoned.
“Yes?” she answered, twisting her head to look at him.
“Please meddle.”
She grinned, leaned in and gave him a very satisfying kiss on the lips. “Whatever you say, darling.”
Caleb crooked his head to one side to paste Reed with a challenging look. “She’s my secret weapon.”
Seth raised his glass. “Congratulations, Caleb. You are the luckiest man in the world.”
“Agreed,” Caleb breathed.
Reed spoke up. “To the Jacobs and the Terrells. A new family.”
“Here, here,” everyone agreed, clinking glasses all around, then taking a drink.
“To my beautiful bride,” Caleb whispered, gently touching his glass to Mandy’s.
Her green eyes glowed with obvious joy. “Do you really want me to convince Reed to take the money?”
“Absolutely. Go get him, tiger.”
BARBARA DUNLOP
writes romantic stories while curled up in a log cabin in Canada’s far north, where bears outnumber people and it snows six months of the year. Fortunately she has a brawny husband and two teenage children to haul firewood and clear the driveway while she sips cocoa and muses about her upcoming chapters. Barbara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website, www.barbaradunlop.com.
