She smiled. “I’d love to be your wife.”
I brought my lips down to hers. When we broke apart, her eyes sparkled.
“One more thing, Lucy.”
“Yes?”
“Promise me that you’ll never listen to “American Woman” unless I’m with you.”
The cutest laugh escaped her. “I promise. Only for you . . . always you.”
EPILOGUE
Lucy
Drake and I headed to his parents’ home for Sunday dinner. The entire family was going to be there, including Dane. Drake wanted to hold off telling the family we were engaged until we were all together, which drove me nuts, because every day since he proposed, I’d wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
Happiness consumed me as I look out the car’s window to see everything so green and alive with summer. So much had changed in the last couple of months. I glanced down at the one-carat cushion-cut diamond engagement ring Drake gave me, realizing that I truly loved my life, which wasn’t something I’d ever said before, much less thought of.
Freedom was the word that came to mind as I thought of how I was living my life. Abigail Winston was finally free. For years, I’d been afraid of the truth coming out. I was always looking over my shoulder, afraid someone from my past might recognize me, and it was a heavy burden to carry. But now that my history was out in the open, I was free to be me—Lucy Washburn, soon to be Lucy Prescott.
For so many years, I thought I knew who I was and what I wanted; after all, I did create the person I’d become. But that perception became muddled, unclear and unfocused, and I didn’t even know it. But when I met Drake, it was as if a dark cloud shifted and my world was brighter. Things became clear, thanks to him. What I thought was important actually wasn’t, and the fairy tale I never dared dream of became a reality.
I’d never been more shocked when he first asked me to marry him while our bodies were connected in the most intimate way possible. To me, that was enough, but Drake wanted me to have it all. A few days after I’d said yes, Drake called Mason, not to necessarily ask for his permission, but to tell him not to worry about me when he moved to California. Drake vowed to him that he would be the best husband to me, and would be by my side forever.
Naturally, Mace was happy because I was, and he did like Drake. However, I couldn’t help but laugh when Drake told me Mason said if he ever hurt me, he’d come back from California to kick his ass.
I’m going to miss my best friend.
When Drake got down on one knee to officially propose, my heart practically grew wings and fluttered in my chest. His proposal was something I’d never forget.
“Lucy,” he’d said, “there comes a time in one’s life when you realize what’s truly important, what dreams you want to become reality and what being in love actually means. When I met you, I knew you were someone special, someone I wanted in my life. What I didn’t realize at the time was that you are what dreams are made of. Nothing can compare to how you make me feel. I’ve felt love from my family my entire life, but your love is what makes my world go round. I want to create new dreams with you. Will you marry me?”
I’d cried at his words. He was everything I never knew I wanted—not only in a man, but in my life. Joyful tears had flowed freely down my face as I enthusiastically nodded.
Drake had wiped my tears away and slid a gorgeous ring on my finger. My fiancé wanted to consummate our engagement, so we’d spent the rest of the day in bed exploring, enjoying, and loving each other.
The memory made me smile as we pulled up and parked in the driveway behind Jack’s car that I loved so much.
“I’m nervous.” My voice was a bit shaky, which was ridiculous. Drake’s family had never made me feel like an outsider, but their son and brother’s entire life had changed since he met me.