My jaw dropped and I couldn’t even talk. I was literally shocked by what he’d just said. He didn’t take his eyes off me and somehow he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, opening it up.
“I see I’ve left you speechless and while I do find that amusing, I’d really like to know if you are interested in being Mrs. Marshall Kent?”
I didn’t know what to say and the words that came out of my mouth were logical, but unexpected by me. “You’ve never even told me you loved me,” I blurted.
“Point well taken. Have no doubts about it, Miss Rebecca Rowland, I love you so much that it’s maddening. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you to keep you happy and see that beautiful smile every day of my life.”
Tears began to stream down my face and I lunged toward Marshall. “I love you so much too and the answer is yes. Yes to it all.”
“Fantastic. A no would have frankly sucked,” Marshall said. He pulled the ring out of the box; a beautiful solitaire surrounded by small diamonds and set in a platinum band, and slid it onto my finger. It fit perfectly.
“It’s perfect,” I commented.
“As are you, Baby.”
“I cannot wait to tell my dad.”
“He knows. I contacted him to ask about it, trying to be a proper gentleman and get in his good graces. I’m not quite there, but I’m getting closer.”
“You’re in mine,” I said, laughing. I realized that I was shaking and my belly was doing flip flops. This was definitely unexpected and a genuine surprise, shock, and a million other emotions rolled into one. “So, what now, Marshall?
“I happen to have access to a lovely little beach house for the next few days. What do you say about a little adventure?”
“That would be fantastic. I’ve been thinking up some new things since my last visit there.”
Marshall and I left, not bothering to eat at the café and making our way to the Malibu coastline and the beach house, where we went for a bigger and better repeat performance of our previous mini vacation there.