“Will you marry me, Kennedy, and make me the happiest man on the planet?”
Nodding her head, Kennedy couldn’t keep the tears from falling. They were happy tears, but they were still tears. “Yes,” she managed to force out. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“She said yes!” Zane yelled and then the applause began, softly at first and then steadily growing louder, but Kennedy could hardly hear any of it over the pounding of her heart in her ears.
Sawyer took her hand and slipped something over her finger, but she didn’t even bother to look at it. Instead, she launched herself at him and he managed to get to his feet and catch her before they both went to the ground. She kissed him and she didn’t stop, not even when the whistling and catcalls began.
“I love you,” he whispered when they finally broke apart. “And I will love you for the rest of my life.”
“Hey,” she said, “that’s what I was gonna say.”
SAWYER WASN’T SURE he would’ve been able to pull it all off without Greyson’s help, but he had. When Greyson had shown up at the resort yesterday afternoon with a ready apology, Sawyer had been tongue-tied. What he had expected to be an altercation had ended far more amicably than he would’ve ever thought.
Then again, Sawyer had always been the one to look for the drama in everything. It wasn’t that he had a quick temper, but he was fiercely protective of those he loved, and after Greyson had accused Kennedy of trying to come between them, he’d been furious. Then again, Greyson had had his reasons as well, because Sawyer had all but accused him of doing something he knew, deep down, his friend would never do.
It hadn’t been until after Sawyer explained to Greyson his plan to ask Kennedy to marry him that Greyson had shared the favor Kennedy had asked of him. In the end, it had all worked out because as far as Sawyer was concerned, the only thing that really mattered was that she said yes.
And she had said yes.
EPILOGUE
Three months later—April
“Hey, Mack,” Sawyer greeted the bartender when he walked into Moonshiners.
“Beer?” Mack offered.
“Yep, and whatever that fruity crap is that my girl likes.” Funny how he’d been engaged to her for three months now and Sawyer still didn’t know what the secret was behind that damn drink Kennedy got when he came to Moonshiners.
“Comin’ right up,” Mack replied before heading down to the opposite end of the bar, a forced smile on his face.
For the last few months, the guy had looked like someone stole his best friend. Now that Sawyer thought about it, that could be an easier way to explain what had happened with Mack and Jeff. The two men still weren’t talking much. At least not that Sawyer had seen. However, Mack’s son, Daniel, was making his presence known in Coyote Ridge more often. Although Sawyer wasn’t thrilled with how he’d come in and practically forced his father to be someone he wasn’t, Sawyer did like Daniel. He was a good guy beneath all that hurt exterior.
Sawyer leaned against the wooden bar, turning to scan the room to see who else had arrived. It was already eight o’clock on a Friday, so the place was filling up nicely. He was meeting Kennedy and his brothers, but it looked as though she hadn’t arrived yet.
“Hey, bro,” Travis greeted him, clapping Sawyer on the back.
“What’s up?” Sawyer asked in turn. “Hey, Gage. You keepin’ this one in line?”
“Hell, I think that’s an impossible feat,” Gage answered, grinning at Travis.
“Won’t disagree with you there. Where’s Kylie?” Sawyer asked, peering around the two men toward the back of the bar.
Gage turned and motioned with his chin. “She’s back there talkin’ to Zoey and V.”
“Zane and Kaleb here?” Sawyer questioned.
“Yep. You see Brendon yet?” It was Travis’s turn to ask a question.
“Nope.” In fact, Sawyer was hoping to get an opportunity to talk to Brendon tonight. He’d heard that Cheyenne was officially moving into her house in the next couple of weeks. Although Sawyer knew it wasn’t any of his business and Brendon had brushed off all of his attempts to talk, he still wanted to check on him. It’s what he did.
The door opened, the rumble of thunder and the sound of rain following the newcomers. A spring thunderstorm had blown in, threatening severe weather, so of course, his brothers had wanted to venture into town and get a beer. Not that Sawyer minded a little bad weather, but he wouldn’t have minded hanging out at home with Kennedy for the night. Just the two of them.
As of a month and a half ago, Kennedy had sold her house and moved in with him. They’d discussed at length what the best option was and since Sawyer’s place was paid for and they had a little more room to roam with Buster, they’d opted for his place. Needless to say, once she had started putting her special touch on everything, it wasn’t quite as bland as it had been before her. And he happened to like going home these days.