Epilogue
Dear Paige
D ear Paige,
I lied. Again.
But this time, I swear I had a good reason this time.
When you asked me what was in my pocket the other night, and I told you it was my boner…yeah, it wasn’t. It was a small black box I’ve been moving around our two-bedroom cabin for five months now, waiting for the right moment to show you.
The hard part is there have been too many good ones to choose from. So, I’ve decided to just leave it in the fruit bowl and see how long it takes you to find it.
It’s been a week, though, and I’m starting to worry about your eyesight. I mean, it’s right there .
Anyway, I’m going to ask you to marry me. So if you find this letter before the ring…go check the fruit bowl.
Oh, and I know you ate my pad thai. You really aren’t very good at keeping secrets, but I still love you.
Always and Beyond,
Rhodes