Emma felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she whispered, “Yes.” Then Brant slid the ring onto her finger. She had no idea what it even looked like because she couldn’t see through the tears filling her eyes. “That was so beautiful. I love you, Brant.”
He hugged her to him, saying against the top of her head, “I love you more.” She pulled back from him and finally took a good look. By now, he was used to her laughing at unusual times, so he looked only mildly curious when she burst out laughing.
She reached up and tugged the Santa hat from his head. “I guess I should have said, ‘I love you, Mr. December.’”
He gave her the sexy grin that made her skin burn and picked her up effortlessly into his arms.
“I believe we need to deal with the boughs of holly and my yule log . . . now.” The sound of their laughter filled the air as Brant rushed back toward the house with her cradled in his arms. Fittingly, his proposal was just like their love story—one of a kind.