Smoothing the front of the red dress she’d bought just for the occasion, she looked around the restaurant again, this time looking for Jake. She was expecting him to be moving around the room, checking on customers and helping the staff, so she almost missed him sitting at the bar, an empty stool next to him.
Then Karen spotted her. “Look, everybody, Darcy’s here!”
And everybody turned to look before a cheer went up. She froze, not sure what the hell was going on. Then Jake turned to face her, and nothing else mattered anymore. Paulie was right. There was no off switch.
He walked over to take her hand. “My partner’s here, so let’s play!”
She let him lead her to the stool. “What’s going on?”
“It’s the Valentine’s Day thing. Shindig. Shebang. Whatever you want to call it.”
She’d anticipated a quiet table in the corner where they could talk. Instead, all eyes were on them and Karen, for some reason, had a microphone. God, please don’t let it be karaoke, she thought.
“Okay, everybody, let’s play Valentine’s Day trivia! Remember, the winning couple doesn’t pay for dinner.” From what Darcy could tell, half the room had signed up to play. But Karen looked at her. “Jake and Darcy, you’re up first. Which day of the week is said to be named in honor of the Norse god of combat and victory?”
Jake rested his arm across the back of her stool and leaned over to brush his lips against her ear. “Tuesday.”
The night they met, which was funny. “Tuesday,” she repeated to be official.
“That’s correct!” Karen went around the room, asking each couple a Valentine’s Day-themed trivia question. Darcy wasn’t sure how Tuesday fit in, but it was fun, anyway.
When their turn came around again, Darcy didn’t miss the wink Karen sent Jake’s way. “Which permanent marker was introduced by the Sanford Ink Company in 1964?”
Again, Jake brushed his lips across her ear. She really couldn’t think when he did that. “Sharpie.”
It wasn’t until Jake answered a question about a popular stove-top dish introduced by Kraft Foods in 1937 that Darcy realized the questions had very little to do with the holiday at hand and a lot to do with her.
This time she did the leaning over and whispering in his ear. “What are you doing?”
“I asked myself what kind of gift I could give you for Valentine’s Day that would be uniquely you.”
“Uniquely us,” she corrected.
His expression grew serious and he laced his fingers through hers. “Is there still an us?”
The diners around them applauded and cheered for another couple, and Darcy sighed. “Is there someplace more quiet we could talk? Maybe come back to this later?”
Without letting go of her hand, he signaled to Karen that they’d be back and led her into the kitchen. She was surprised when he took her out the back door and up the stairs. Luckily there was no wind, so she wasn’t too numb by the time he closed the apartment door behind them.
The first thing she saw was her telephone number scrawled on the wall in black marker. “What did you do?”
“Didn’t want to lose it again.” When he shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders, she could tell he was nervous. “I know this isn’t the most exciting place to live. And I know you like your job at the bar and have your own place. And I’m not going to lie to you. I like it here. Even if I hadn’t given my word to Kevin that I’d stick it out until it ran in the black long enough to hire a manager, I’d drag my feet about leaving. But I want you in my life, Darcy, even if it’s only for one weekend a month and a week here or there. I’ll take it, if you still want me.”
“I’ll always want you.”
“And I’m sorry I was a jerk that night. I was excited about Valentine’s Day because that’s when I was going to tell you I love you. It’s all I could think about, and when you said you might not come... I know it’s stupid because you didn’t know what was in my head, but I felt like you’d rejected me.” He had to stop and clear his throat. “I got so wrapped up in the life I was making here I lost sight of the fact that you already had one waiting for you to go back to.”
“You know what my life there doesn’t have that this one does? You. And I love Jasper’s Bar & Grille. I always will. But when I was there, I realized that’s Kevin and Paulie’s place. They built it together and it’s special. I feel that here. This is ours and it’s special.”
“I love you, Darcy.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets, and in one hand he had a small box. “I bought this before you left.”
He opened the lid, and Darcy’s breath caught in her throat. The diamond caught the light from overhead and winked at her. “It’s beautiful.”
“I want to marry you. I love you and I want you to be my wife.”
“I love you, too. And I want you to know I’d made up my mind to come tonight before you called. No matter what I was going to be here.”
“So, will you marry me?”
“Yes. Did I forget that part? Yes, I want to be your wife.”
He barely got the ring over her knuckle before she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. As he held her close and their breath mingled, she realized she’d get these kisses for the rest of her life, and everything else—logistics and moving and work—faded into the background.
“I shouldn’t have told Karen we’d be back,” he muttered against her neck as his hands roamed down to her ass.
She laughed and pushed him away. “It’s our big night. And we have a trivia tournament to win.”
“Just so you know, we’re not actually eligible to win. Technically, you know all the answers.”
“We know all the answers,” she corrected.
“I’m going to love being a we with you. Let’s go celebrate.”
* * * * *
About the Author
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Shannon Stacey lives with her husband and two sons in New England, where her two favorite activities are writing stories of happily ever after and riding her four-wheeler. You can contact Shannon through her website, shannonstacey.com, where she maintains an almost-daily blog, or visit her on Twitter at twitter.com/shannonstacey, on Facebook at facebook.com/shannonstacey.authorpage, or email her at [email protected].
ISBN-13: 9781460334232
ALONE WITH YOU
Copyright © 2013 by Shannon Stacey
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