“I’m fine.” He pulled her hand down and held on to it for dear life. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
She followed him, shivering, but didn’t argue. When they reached the huge willow tree in the middle of the backyard, he stopped, smiling up at the dark sky. Snowflakes fell, drifting down slowly and magically. “It’s snowing.”
“Yeah.” She glanced up at the sky for two seconds, but her gaze came back to him. “What’s going on? Why are you acting so strange?”
“Give me a second. I need to work it all out in my head. It has to be perfect.” He let out a soft chuckle and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “You deserve perfect, darling.”
She nibbled on her lower lip. “Okaaaaaayyyyy.”
Turning to face her, he rubbed her slim arms through the blanket. He could feel her goose bumps even through the thick material. “This past year has been heaven, Maggie. Pure heaven. You gave me myself—and helped me remember the kind of man I wanted to be. A man who loved, and laughed, and lived. I love you so damn much. You have no idea.”
She smiled. “I love you, too, Benji.”
“But you don’t understand. I didn’t really live until you. I existed as a shadow of myself, sure, but that’s not the same.” He caught both of her hands and held on tight, smiling. “You taught me that, just like you taught me what real love feels like.”
Awareness dawned on her, as if she figured out why they were out here, in the cold. He saw it in her expression. “Benjamin…”
“You are my everything. My life. My love. My heart.” He squeezed her hands and laughed, because tears rolled down her cheeks. “Do you know what this tree is?”
She nodded, not speaking.
“Then you know that your father brought your mother out here, when they first started dating, and they planted the tree together. He told her that the tree would grow, like his love for her, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.” He let go of her hands, wiped the tears off her cheeks, and reached into his pocket. “This is where he asked her to marry him. The tree was a lot smaller, but you get the idea.”
She covered her mouth. “Oh my God.”
“Maggie Louise Donovan, you have made me the happiest man on this earth, so I might be getting greedy now, asking for more, but I’m going to do it anyway.” He sank to one knee and pulled out a little blue box—one she probably recognized all too well. “You are the one person I never have to wonder about, the one person I always want by my side. Will you make me an even happier man and agree to be my wife? To spend the rest of our lives together—here or in New York, I don’t give a damn, as long as I have you—loving one another? No matter what comes?”
She fell to her knees in front of him and kissed him. She tasted like tears and sunshine—and forever. By the time she pulled back, his vision was less than perfectly clear. He blinked rapidly, grinning as she sniffed loudly and said, “I love you. I love you so much.”
He nodded. “But you still have to answer me.”
“Oh my—” She laughed and covered her mouth. “Well, I can only think of one appropriate reply.” She rested her hands on his shoulders, giving him the brightest smile he’d ever seen. “I thought you’d never ask, Benji.”
She threw herself at him, and they fell to the ground, lips locked. The ring tumbled somewhere in the snow, but neither of them broke off long enough to search for it. She eventually ended the kiss, resting her forehead on his. “I can’t believe you knew about this tree. How did you find out about it?”
“Like a wise person once told me…” He tucked her hair behind her ear and craned his neck, searching for the blue box. He found it easily. “Research. Always research.”
She cupped his face. “I love you, Benji.”
“I love you, too. And I meant what I said.” He pulled the ring out with a trembling hand. “I’ll move out here with you, if that’s what you want. We can be farmers and live here and keep the family business going. This farm means a lot to your family—and to me, too.”
“What about your family business?”
“That doesn’t seem as important as it did a year ago. Probably because my mother isn’t really my family. You are.” He kissed her again and held out the ring. “I love you.”
She blinked away tears and took it. “I love you, too.”
“Read it.”
“What?” She picked it up and held it to the moonlight, squinting. “Forever yours, for all time, Benji.”
He took it from her and slid it on, watching the way it fit as he did so. It was the same ring as before—he’d planned to give it back to her someday, for real this time, so it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it on her. But it was the first time it meant something. Something real. And he’d never been happier. “Seeing that on you…it does things to me, darling. I was alone for so long.”