Finally there was Lois. She was squeezing my arm until it felt as if she was cutting off the circulation.
Slowly I smiled and nodded. “Yes,” I said, “I’ll marry you Bailey Monroe.”
Lois let out a whoop of joy and loosened her hold on my arm. I would have pitched forward, but Bailey was there. He gathered me close, folding me into his loving embrace.
In my ear he whispered, “For richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, and even during one of your sleuthing missions, I’ll be here.”
I closed my eyes and sighed How could I ask for more?
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