Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Congratulations on your engagement to Jeremiah. (Yes, I’m writing and mailing this letter as if we don’t still live together.)
Wish I Would’ve Told You,
Scarlett
“Do you think we need to step in and prevent Rose from hanging out with that boy?” I ask Easton.
“What boy?”
“The next door neighbor,” I say. “He thinks that her tree house is his tree house.”
“He’s three years old, Scarlett.”
“He’s too old for her.” I keep my eyes on the backyard as Rose and her playmate take turns eating dirt. “You know, you don’t have to play for the Saints just because they’re close to Alabama.”
“They’re not that close at all,” he says. “They’re in New Orleans.”
“So, we really have to move there before the season starts?”
He laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “I’ve told you before that you can stay here and fly back and forth to my games all you want.”
“You did not say that, Easton.” I smile as he presses a kiss against my neck. “You said hypothetically speaking…”
“Exactly.” He kisses me again. “We’ll work it out together, but in the meantime, can you give me an answer on marrying me? I asked you two weeks ago and you said you needed time to think about it.”
“What?” I let go of him and turn around. “You didn’t ask me that.”
“I did…I put it in a letter, mailed it to this house, and everything.”
I gasp and rush to the foyer where we toss the mail. I flip through all the bills, junk mail, and the crap from insurance companies that we leave unopened for future fire piles.
I check again and again, and there’s no letter to me from Easton.
“Maybe it got lost in the mail.”
“No, there it is.” He points to a simple white envelope from a junk mail-like place.
It’s addressed to Tully.
“Seriously?” I say.
“I wanted you to see how that made me feel, just one time.” He laughs as he tears the envelope open, and then he flips it over before getting down on one knee and pulls a stunning diamond ring from his pocket.
“Yes,” I say, not needing him to explain why he’s always been the man I love. “I will marry you, Easton Rush.”
He stands and pulls me into his arms, kissing me like only he can.
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The End