“That’s Doc McKnife, to you. Are you ready?”
She pulls her jacket off the hook and turns back to me. “Sure.”
“Oh, you dropped this.” I go to one knee, pulling the box out of my pocket. “June Rose?”
She gasps.
“Will you marry me and be my forever girl?”
Tears spill down her cheeks, but she’s smiling too. “Oh, Finlay,” she says. “Oh, Fin. Yes. A million times yes.”
Ride or die. And I’ll die happy.