“So, is that a yes?” I ask, still kneeling at her feet.
“That’s a hell yes.” Greer laughs and holds out her hand.
I breathe a sigh of relief and slip the ring onto her finger before I rise.
Greer bites her lip, staring down at the ring before looking back up at me. “So, are you going to let me in?”
Backing into the house, I move so Greer can shut the door behind us. She wraps her hands around my shoulders and turns me so my back presses against it.
“If we’re going to stick to the script . . . I think we both know what happens next,” she whispers.
“Damn right, we do.”
The End