Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
After I clip on my own helmet, I zip across town to meet my boyfriend for a picnic in Gramercy Square Park.
It’s a gated park, but Milo has a friend with a key, so he waits for me outside, on his bike, with his pooch in her seat. We lock up the bikes, then bring our dogs into the park.
We grab a bench and dive into the picnic dinner Milo brought along as the pups sit at our feet.
“So I had this one customer today who asked for a recommendation for something extra strong, and then said, And Veronica will know what I mean,” Milo tells me. “You’re basically famous there. It’s Bikes, Blooms, and Buzz.”
“And I’m sure I have just the thing for her,” I say with a smile. “You’ll give me her info?”
“I always do,” he says, then he snaps his fingers. “Oh, and there’s one more thing I forgot to tell you.”
I meet his gaze again, curious. “What is it?”
“Actually, it’s something I wanted to ask you,” he corrects, then slides off the bench, and in one fluid move, he’s dropped down to one knee.
I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth as he reaches for my other hand.
“Veronica Valentine, I thought the day you walked into that cake shop was the best day of my life. Then, the day your dog attacked my bike was an even better day. And then the next day became the best when we talked on the street. And every single day we spend together is better than the last,” he says, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blue velvet box. “I’m so glad we kept crashing into each other’s world and so thrilled our timing was a hot mess, because when we finally came together, I knew. You were the one for me. I want to keep having the best days with you because you’re the greatest part of my life. And I love you madly.”
As he takes a beat, a tear slides down one of my cheeks, then the other.
He leans in, kisses them gently away, then meets my gaze once more. “Will you be Mrs. Sexy Pants?”
And I smile and cry as I throw my arms around him. “That’s the most perfect proposal ever,” I say, then he slides a sapphire solitaire on my finger.
I gaze at it in joyful wonder. I love that it’s unique, like him, and like us.
I truly have the best guy in the world.
I kiss him once more as my dog licks my hand and his dog kisses his cheek.
Fine, we have the best dogs too.
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THE END