by Lisa Boone
“We’d…” She prompted with a hopeful smile on her face.
“Well, I don’t have a head for design and the designer was asking me all these questions about colors and furniture. I just figured you’d probably be good at it, so if you could help me out, I’d really appreciate it.”
Sarah narrowed her eyes. After a moment, she said, “Sure, I’d be happy to help.”
“Great.” He pushed away from the door, gesturing to the back of the house. “Let’s start back here.”
She started to follow, but he held up his hands. “Actually, wait. Let me make sure the guys cleaned up when they left. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” she said watching him closely as he backed away.
She sat down on a green velvet covered bench in the hallway and waited. “At this rate, I’m going to have to propose to him,” she said after a few minutes.
“What did you say?”
She glanced towards the end of the hall where Jamie stood looking at her curiously.
“Oh, nothing,” she said with a smile, as she took his hand and let him lead her down another hallway towards a glass door.
He paused outside the door and looked at her. Bending his head, he kissed her gently before pushing open the door.
Sarah’s mouth fell open as she stepped onto the dark wooden floor. Her gaze immediately fell to the mirrors and ballet barre along the wall opposite of the windows before moving to the center of the room where a crystal vase containing a dozen pink roses sat on a small round table. She covered her mouth when she noticed the open black velvet jewel case next to the flowers. The emerald cut diamond ring inside sparkled under the large crystal chandelier above.
Tears in her eyes, she glanced back at Jamie.
“You mentioned something once about eventually owning your own dance studio, and I just thought that when you were ready, you might be able to use this place.” Sticking his hands in his pockets, he looked away. “Or, you know, if it’s just not practical out here, I figured … well, I figured you still could use it to teach our own children,” he said looking back at her.
Unable to speak, she nodded.
He stepped to the table and took the ring out of the box before taking her hand. “I love you, Sarah, more than you’ll ever know. We don’t have to live here if you don’t want—”
She stood up on her tiptoes, silencing him with a kiss. “I love you too,” she said softly pulling back, “and I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.”
Smiling softly, he slipped the ring on her finger before bending his head to kiss her. Suddenly, he pulled back, a frown on his face. “Oh no.”
“What?” she asked following his gaze to the far end of the room. She glanced through the glass towards the stables as a dark streak bolted past. “Joker?”
“Yeah, that was the other surprise. I bought the horses from the guy Kristen sold them to. Funny enough, they were more than willing to give me Joker.”
“I can’t imagine why,” she said running her hands through his hair, turning his attention back to her. “Joker can wait for a minute, can’t he?”
Jamie smiled as he bent his head forward and kissed her.
The End
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