“Oookay…?” I drag out the word before turning in my chair to face him fully. “Are you not blissfully happy?”
“Of course, I am.”
“But you would like to change something?”
“Why, yes. Yes, I would.”
My gaze darts to the interviewer, who’s just as lost as I am. “Umm…what would you like to change? And should we maybe have waited to talk about this when we weren’t in the middle of an interview that will be airing on national television?” I add, chuckling awkwardly.
“See, that’s the thing. I look back on our initial proposal, and I gotta say, I’m kind of a badass.”
The cameraman laughs before receiving a glare from Jeff.
“Sorry, we can’t allow cursing during this interview.”
“My apologies,” Gage replies, though his face is still as arrogant as ever.
Yeah, he’s not sorry.
“But seriously, how am I supposed to top a proposal on the jumbotron in front of thousands of people?”
“You can’t?” I offer as he lets go of my hand.
While shuffling through his jacket pocket, he counters, “And that’s where you’re wrong, babe.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yes.” My jaw drops to the ground while my heart jumps into my throat as Gage slides onto one knee in front of me. His confidence is hot as hell, but it’s the adoration shining in his eyes that really does me in. Lifting the lid on a little black velvet box, he takes a deep breath. “Nora Jessica Daniels. I love you. I love your laugh. I love your tears. I love that your family calls you Mama Two because you love to take care of people, and you love bossing them around.” I laugh as the tears start to fall. “I love your heart. I love your sexy body. I love how your hair is a mess every morning when you wake up. But above all, I love the brownies that we’ve made together. I love the moments we’ve shared, and I want to spend the rest of my life making more of them with you. Will you marry me?”
I can feel how red my face is, and I know that Becca is going to kill me for ruining all the hard work she put into my makeup as the tears stream down my face in happy little rivulets. But none of it matters anymore because I get to marry my best friend. The drunk stranger who proposed to me. The fake boyfriend to get my friend off my back. The arrogant Leo who stole my heart. The man who makes the best brownies.
“You gotta answer me, babe,” Gage prods with a teasing smirk.
With my hand over my mouth and stupid tears of joy dripping off my chin, I nod.
“Say it, Nora. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. I love you. Yes. I will so marry you!”
Jumping to his feet, Gage kisses me while my entire office watches through the clear glass walls. Their cheering cuts the interview a little short, but I don’t really care.
Because I have him, and whether we wanted to in the beginning or not, we’re drowning in love.
The End
Sneak Peek of Fearless to Love
Chapter 1
Dante
I had to get away. Ever since my business partner fucked me over, I’d been running myself ragged, trying to save Flux, and in turn, had spent every waking hour there. I was understaffed and if I didn’t get things under control soon, I was sure to lose my business. My sister had been trying to help me, but this wasn’t her expertise. She was more into spending money than making money.
When I glanced at the clock, it read a little past ten. Gathering my things, I headed out the back door to my parked Range Rover, but I didn’t want to go home yet. My place, although nice, was lonely. Instead, I decided to go for a drive, not caring where the road took me. Half an hour later, I found myself entering a small neighboring town, Fairlane, with a bar on the corner of the street. It was small but packed. The bright friendly sign read, Rocco’s, and I decided to check it out. What did I have to lose?
The moment I opened my car door, I heard loud music and laughter, along with people cheering. As I got closer to the door, Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard blasted out of the cracks of the door and windows. When I stepped inside, my eyes instantly went to three girls, two blondes and a brunette, dancing on top of the bar. Their dance looked choreographed and straight out of the movie Coyote Ugly. They were each dressed in the same tight white t-shirts with a red Rocco’s logo, black short-shorts, and cowboy boots, shaking their asses and gyrating their hips, all while singing. They looked like they were having the time of their lives.
When was the last time I had any fun?
My breath caught when my eyes met the brunette’s. She was absolutely beautiful. Her caramel colored hair was long, trailing down her back in waves, but it was her grey eyes that captivated me. They were the color of a storm ready to unleash its rain. I felt as if all my breath had been sucked out of me as I stood and watched her dance along the bar. The curve of her hips and her long shapely legs moved with ease. I couldn’t seem to move from my spot even when people bumped into me as they rushed to the bar and threw down their money. I was transfixed like she was my own personal siren, powerless as I stood there taking in the show.
When she turned and moved to the beat of the song with perfection, I nearly drooled at the sight of her ass in her short shorts. My jeans became tighter as I watched her rhythmic movement. As the song neared its end, the girls headed to the end of the bar where a short man with shaggy brown hair
