“No.” She shook her head. “I’m saying I have a tendency to get locked, but I don’t want to do that with you. I’m saying, maybe third time’s a charm.”
He blinked in surprise as if not expecting the conversation to turn the way it did. “I’m sorry, what? Did you say…?”
“I love you,” she repeated. “And it’s driving me a little crazy because I can’t tell how you feel. So I need you to tell me.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” Troy asked, arching a brow. “I mean, it sounded like you were trying to. You said first husband, second husband, third time’s a charm.”
“No. I’m saying I love you.” Vivien gave him a light smack on the chest. “Do you love me?”
He smiled. “You know, you keep telling me about these psychic visions you have, but I’m beginning to doubt they exist.”
Vivien frowned.
“I swear I’m usually funny. You never get when I’m joking. Of course I believe in you. But how can you not know the answer to your question?” Troy cupped her cheek. “You have to know I’m crazy about you. It has to be pretty obvious.”
“I know he’s crazy about you, Viv,” William yelled from the kitchen, proving he’d been eavesdropping. “Not sure why, but he is. No accounting for taste, I guess—”
“William,” Heather scolded. The sound of a scuffle followed.
“Ow, what?” William demanded. “I’m helping.”
Vivien shook her head. “Sorry about them.”
“Don’t be. I like them.” Troy pulled her against him. “And I love you, Vivien Stone, and someday you’re going to propose to me for real.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yep.” He nodded, leaning down to kiss her. Against her lips, he said, “You don’t have to be psychic to figure that one out.”
The End