Chapter 30 Bit
BIT
There was no reason for me to be nervous. I’d never known anyone who soothed me the same way Eberly did. As long as her hand was in mine, as long as she loved me, I knew I’d never feel that itch to leave again.
Tonight, though, I couldn’t help but be anxious, mainly because it was important to me that it be perfect.
Snapper gave me the same shit about picking Eberly up in my truck as her dad did, but I knew better. She loved being able to sit right next to me as much as I loved feeling her by my side.
When I’d returned from the Los Caballeros’ meeting, Alex had worked her magic, making the Stonehouse look more beautiful than I ever could have.
I’d thanked her and Eberly’s friends who’d shown up to help over and over again, as I spun in a circle, taking it in. “She’s going to love this,” I’d said. “It looks amazing.”
My sister had put her arm in mine. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Bit. She’d love it if you spread a blanket on the floor and served a picnic, because being with you is what really matters to her.” When her eyes filled with tears, she’d punched me. “Go get ready, for God’s sake.”
Now, here we were. I led her inside, where the lights twinkled, soft music played, and dinner was waiting under domes on the table.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked, letting go of her hand to walk over to the bar.
“Wait,” she said, catching my wrist. “You know what I’d really like?”
“Tell me, little dove,” I said, cupping her cheek.
“I want to dance with you first.”
I spun her around and around the room that was filled with bouquets of her favorite flowers and, at the end of the song, got down on one knee.
My hand shook when I took the small box from my pocket and gazed up at her beautiful face. “Marry me, little dove? Be mine forever?”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”
She gasped when I slid the ring on her finger. Her father gave it to me the day I’d told him I planned to propose. It was the same ring he’d given to her mother.
“Oh, Trevino. I love it and you so much.”
The day after we were married, only a week after I proposed, I gave her the other gift her father and I had agreed upon together—her house. I’d purchased it from the bank but had the deed made out in her name.
She fussed at me about it, but I knew it made her happy. Especially when she told me that she’d always dreamed of turning it into a bed and breakfast.
Her dad, who’d already moved into the guesthouse on the property while we were on our honeymoon, ended up taking over its management right after our first baby was born.
We named him Trystan Trevino, but most of the time, Eberly called him her “little bit.”