Chapter 2

FITZ

This proposal is killing me, mainly because I, unfortunately, have never been that great about waiting for something I want.

I’ve wanted to make Winnie my wife for the last five months, and I don’t mean propose to her—I mean make her my wife. Put a ring on it, stand up in front of our families and say “I do,” then get her pregnant. We could have had a bun in the baby oven right now.

“Women don’t like to be pregnant in the summer though, right?”

“You’re not proposing on the yacht, are you?” Hawthorne’s lip curls up as we head to Salinger’s brand-new, oversized yacht.

“No!” Salinger barks. “He’s not doing anything on my yacht. No woman wants their proposal to be with them in a bathing suit.”

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