I rise, my decision already made. It was made the moment I saw her in that park, covered in dog slobber and sass.
"Race you back?" I ask, already moving.
"You're changing the subject."
I am. Because I can't tell him about the ring. Can't admit that I've been carrying it for weeks, waiting for the right moment.
Waiting to be worthy of her.
"Come on, old man." I pick up the pace as Myles scrambles to catch up. "Unless you're scared?"
His curse follows me down the street as I run. Not from the truth this time.
Toward it.
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Some people would say playing Scrabble with the elderly caretakers of a Scottish castle is a far cry from living it up in a luxurious suite in the center of London with your boyfriend and best friend.
Those people would be right.
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