way to mend the rift.”
“Well,
well, if this isn’t the surprise of the century. Okay, let’s go get that
engagement ring.”
Connor
followed behind her.
“You
going to propose tonight?” she asked, sliding open the door.
“Yes,
while I still have the courage.”
“She’d
be crazy to turn down our next sheriff.” She opened the door to the area with
the safety deposit boxes. “What’s the number?”
“367.”
She
walked over to the wall, turned the key, slid it out, handed it to him, and
then headed out. “Don’t be too long.”
“I
won’t.”
Connor
put the key in the box, turned it, and then opened up the lid. The velvet box
containing the ring sat at the back. He lifted it out and opened it. It still
sparkled. It wasn’t the biggest diamond, his granddaddy hadn’t been the richest
of guys back then, but it was a beauty.
He
put it in his pocket, put the box back, and then headed out.
“I
want an invite to the wedding,” she said.
“Sure thing.”
He
walked outside, patting his pocket. He’d decided he’d wanted to marry Jennifer
on the drive from her place. Yes, the pregnancy thing had brought the idea
forward a little, but he knew in his heart she was the right one for him. He’d
never find a woman who made him laugh or he could laugh with, like her. Ms.
Right had been in his life since his school days, and he hadn’t even known it.
Chapter Twelve
The
doorbell rang again. She was really popular today. This time it had to be her
mother. As Connor now knew about the baby, she didn’t see any point in not
telling her parents too.
She
opened back the door to see Connor standing there yet again.
“Can
I come in?”
“Sure.”
He
stopped inside, pulled her by the hand into the living room, and got down on
his knees.
Oh god, is he
about to do what I think?
When
he produced a blue velvet box from his pocket, opened it, and she saw the
beautiful ring sitting there she knew that yes, yes he was.
“Jennifer
Nealon, will you marry me?”
She
knew the answer. She knew how he thought and that he might want to do the right
thing, not the thing he really wanted to do and she couldn’t let him.
“Connor,
I do not need a pity proposal.”
“Pity proposal?”
“Yes,
that’s what this is. You feel sorry that you’ve knocked me up and now you think
you have to marry me and you don’t. After all this is 2015.”
“That’s
not what this is.”
“Connor,
you don’t have to lie.”
“I’m
not. I’m doing this because I want to.”
“Really?”
“Of course and just think about our
lives together. You can finish campaigning with me as my wife, my pregnant wife.”
So
that was it, votes. It was his chance to show undecided voters that he was a
family man just like Matt Patterson.
“Connor,
I’m going to be a single mother and that’s my final word on it. Thank you for
your kindness, but this wouldn’t work out. You’d end up regretting it and I
couldn’t live with you ever hating me.”
****
“Connor,
you up yet?”
His
mother called through the door to him. It took him back to high school when
he’d had his first taste of partying and yes, drinking without his parents
knowing and waking up at 11 a.m. the following morning with the mother of all
hangovers. He’d come home this time to lick his wounds. Rejection wasn’t a
pretty thing. He grimaced and looked at the clock. It was going on nine. The
blue velvet box sat mocking him.
“I
am, but I don’t need any breakfast.”
“You
okay?”
“Fine.”
There
was silence and then another knock on the door.
“Connor,
it’s Dad, can I come in son?”
Oh
boy. This really was like high school when he’d gotten the lecture of the
decade from his father.
“Sure
come in.”
Connor
got up and swung his legs around the side of the bed, planting his feet on the
carpet.
His
dad walked slowly into the room and grimaced as he sat on the chair. “Damn, sutures.
I’ll be glad when these babies come
“Well,
well, if this isn’t the surprise of the century. Okay, let’s go get that
engagement ring.”
Connor
followed behind her.
“You
going to propose tonight?” she asked, sliding open the door.
“Yes,
while I still have the courage.”
“She’d
be crazy to turn down our next sheriff.” She opened the door to the area with
the safety deposit boxes. “What’s the number?”
“367.”
She
walked over to the wall, turned the key, slid it out, handed it to him, and
then headed out. “Don’t be too long.”
“I
won’t.”
Connor
put the key in the box, turned it, and then opened up the lid. The velvet box
containing the ring sat at the back. He lifted it out and opened it. It still
sparkled. It wasn’t the biggest diamond, his granddaddy hadn’t been the richest
of guys back then, but it was a beauty.
He
put it in his pocket, put the box back, and then headed out.
“I
want an invite to the wedding,” she said.
“Sure thing.”
He
walked outside, patting his pocket. He’d decided he’d wanted to marry Jennifer
on the drive from her place. Yes, the pregnancy thing had brought the idea
forward a little, but he knew in his heart she was the right one for him. He’d
never find a woman who made him laugh or he could laugh with, like her. Ms.
Right had been in his life since his school days, and he hadn’t even known it.
Chapter Twelve
The
doorbell rang again. She was really popular today. This time it had to be her
mother. As Connor now knew about the baby, she didn’t see any point in not
telling her parents too.
She
opened back the door to see Connor standing there yet again.
“Can
I come in?”
“Sure.”
He
stopped inside, pulled her by the hand into the living room, and got down on
his knees.
Oh god, is he
about to do what I think?
When
he produced a blue velvet box from his pocket, opened it, and she saw the
beautiful ring sitting there she knew that yes, yes he was.
“Jennifer
Nealon, will you marry me?”
She
knew the answer. She knew how he thought and that he might want to do the right
thing, not the thing he really wanted to do and she couldn’t let him.
“Connor,
I do not need a pity proposal.”
“Pity proposal?”
“Yes,
that’s what this is. You feel sorry that you’ve knocked me up and now you think
you have to marry me and you don’t. After all this is 2015.”
“That’s
not what this is.”
“Connor,
you don’t have to lie.”
“I’m
not. I’m doing this because I want to.”
“Really?”
“Of course and just think about our
lives together. You can finish campaigning with me as my wife, my pregnant wife.”
So
that was it, votes. It was his chance to show undecided voters that he was a
family man just like Matt Patterson.
“Connor,
I’m going to be a single mother and that’s my final word on it. Thank you for
your kindness, but this wouldn’t work out. You’d end up regretting it and I
couldn’t live with you ever hating me.”
****
“Connor,
you up yet?”
His
mother called through the door to him. It took him back to high school when
he’d had his first taste of partying and yes, drinking without his parents
knowing and waking up at 11 a.m. the following morning with the mother of all
hangovers. He’d come home this time to lick his wounds. Rejection wasn’t a
pretty thing. He grimaced and looked at the clock. It was going on nine. The
blue velvet box sat mocking him.
“I
am, but I don’t need any breakfast.”
“You
okay?”
“Fine.”
There
was silence and then another knock on the door.
“Connor,
it’s Dad, can I come in son?”
Oh
boy. This really was like high school when he’d gotten the lecture of the
decade from his father.
“Sure
come in.”
Connor
got up and swung his legs around the side of the bed, planting his feet on the
carpet.
His
dad walked slowly into the room and grimaced as he sat on the chair. “Damn, sutures.
I’ll be glad when these babies come
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