by Demi Dumond
“You okay, Logan?” Marco asked. “You look like hell.”
“I got it,” I said without answering his question, “right here in my pocket.”
Marco broke into a grin. “I can’t wait to be your best man.”
“Is everything ready?” I asked.
“It’s all good,” he said, “just like you planned. I triple checked. You’ve got this, boss.”
I went inside and asked Bree to go to lunch with me. Then we got on my new motorcycle and drove out to the Cliff’s steak house again.
Her body pressed against me on the bike sent the same excitement through my body as it did the day that we met. We rode the curves together, causing my dragon to roar every time our bodies touched. There was no doubt that she was the one, my mate.
We parked the bike and went in. Only this time when we got to our table in the back overlooking the falls, everybody was there waiting for us and there was a string quartet playing. Everything was perfect and I couldn’t stop smiling.
Bree was as sexy as ever in a cute red top, jeans, and her dragon vest. As usual, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
As far as the dragons were concerned, she had proved herself in every way possible. I never imagined my life could be as perfect as it is right now. Well, almost.
I got down on one knee. “Bree, you’re the one I want to spend every minute of the rest of my life with. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
Bree covered her face with her hands in surprise. “Yes, Logan. I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.”
I got up and kissed her, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.
I slipped the ring on her finger and all of the dragons cheered.
About the Author
Demi Dumond writes steamy adorable happily ever afters. She lives with her real life Prince Charming in the Rocky Mountains. Her stories are good for heating things up on cold winter nights. Connect with Demi below.
