Taking Chase (29 page)
Her cast came off three days before Christmas. “Thank goodness. I can only deal with so much. It’s stressful enough spending the night at the Chases. I don’t want to think about doing it with a cast on too.”
Shane chuckled. “Honey, my mother loves you. My father loves you and my single brothers would steal you in a minute if I didn’t keep an eye on them every second. It’s no big deal. We live together, they know we sleep in the same bed.”
“I’m only agreeing to this because of presents you know.” “I do know, you’re very easy. I like that in a girl.” Cassie rolled her eyes.
Even being used to the Chases for a year and a half did not prepare her for the insanity of Christmas morning in their household. Last year they’d driven over in the morning but waking up there was a whole different story. While they’d had a bedroom to themselves along with Maggie and Kyle, relatives slept everywhere. The pleasing picture of people young and old in pajamas around the eight foot high Christmas tree did her heart good. This was family. This was wonderful and normal and special all at once.
Brian smiled at her as she came and sat on the floor, resting her arms on Shane’s thighs.
Shane’s paternal grandfather handed out presents and the process took several hours as everyone ooohed and aaahed over each present from mundane to fabulous. The diamond bracelet Kyle gave Maggie was positively gorgeous and Cassie was proud that her jewelry was thoroughly loved by all recipients.
Still, she had to admit that her favorite moment was when Edward unwrapped the first edition Black’s Law dictionary she’d found in an old bookstore in downtown Los Angeles when she’d visited Brian the month before.
“Holy cow! Girl, you’re too good to be true. Shane, boy, you’d better keep this one around.” Edward stroked the leather spine and beamed. “She grabbed it before I could, Edward. Even with a broken arm and a bum shoulder she beat me to it.” Brian laughed. “That’s my girl.” Edward winked. “Oops, I didn’t see this last one. It’s for you, Cassie.” Pop handed the long, flat box to Cassie.
“From Shane, oooh!” Cassie set to unwrapping it. It was a card with a key attached.
Use me.
was written on it. She pulled the key off. The key to Shane’s truck.
Use me.
was written on it. She pulled the key off. The key to Shane’s truck.
Everyone followed her out to the driveway, standing back as she opened the truck. “You giving me this monster, Shane?” “My truck?” he sounded horrified. “No! Follow the clues, darlin’.” She saw a bow on the glove box and another note stuck there.
I need a key.
I need a key.
Sliding the key into the lock she opened it and saw the light blue box. “Oh lordy! A blue box.” Delighted, she pulled it out and opened it up. It wasn’t until she saw the black velvet box inside the blue box that she realized what it was.
With trembling hands she cracked it open and a pear shaped sapphire sat nestled in the velvet, diamonds on either side of the deep blue stone. She turned to face Shane but he was on one knee. Tears began to run down her face.
“Cassie, will you marry me?” “Holy cripes! Hell yes, I’ll marry you.” She jumped into his arms and they toppled onto the cold, wet grass, laughing.
Reaching around her, he grabbed the box and slid the ring on her finger. “Perfect. I knew you’d look better in something other than a diamond. I saw it and had to get it for you.”
“You rock.”
He laughed again. “Thanks, darlin’, you do too. How about a Valentine’s Day wedding? In that little chapel just outside town? You seem to really like it.”
“Oh the one with the pretty stained glass? Do you think it would be available on such short notice?”
“Probably not but I booked it last year this time.” She stopped. “You did? Oh my. Awfully sure of yourself.”
“We all know I’m an arrogant man, we established that early on. I wanted to ask you to marry me last Christmas but I knew you wouldn’t be ready. But I wanted that little chapel for you when you were ready. Just in case.”
“You’re a giant marshmallow, you know that?” “Don’t tell anyone.”
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