Chapter 46
Fact or Fiction?
Getting down on one knee is overrated.
Luke
I stand on the front porch with my wife as we watch the car service take the last of the guests down the mountain and back
to their homes. I move to stand behind my wife, wrapping my hands around her waist, my fingers digging into the satin of her
dress as I kiss her neck, which is chilled from the night air.
“You better have that fire going inside, Fletcher,” she says, leaning back and combing her fingers through my hair.
“My fire is always burning for you, babe.”
She laughs and turns to grab my hand and pull me inside, but I plant my feet and stop her movement.
She looks back with a frown. “What are you doing? Let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.”
“I have one more thing I want to do.” I inhale a deep breath and drop down to one knee. “Addison May Monroe, will you make
me the happiest man on Fletcher Mountain and marry me and be my wife for life and not for a year?”
She laughs and props her free hand on her hip. “I think we’ve already done this a couple times, haven’t we?”
I shrug and smile up at her. “I didn’t get to kneel.”
Her eyes soften as she reaches out and caresses my face, her cool fingers warming up my entire soul. “Yes, I’ll marry you,
Luke Fletcher. You’re kind of my best friend.”
My brows lift. “I’m a lot more than that now, hot stuff.” I hop up to my feet, tucking my shoulder into her waist as I toss her over my back like a beautiful bridal sack of concrete mix.
“What are you doing?” she asks, pounding her tiny fists into my rear.
“I’m carrying you over the threshold obviously,” I deadpan.
“Um . . . I think there’s a more elegant way to do that.”
I smack her ass firmly. “Yeah, but I know my wife, and this is much more her style.”
She giggles when I give her bottom a cheeky squeeze and I carry her into our house, which has never felt more like home than
it has in this moment right now.
And that . . . is a fact.