“What about us?” I said.
“When are you going to tie the knot? You both love each other. What are you waiting for? There’s no time like the present.”
I blinked and glanced over at Lori.
She was already looking back at me.
We were at a loss for words.
“Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed,” Grandma Joyce continued. “My future husband once said that when you see something you like you’d be foolish not to start enjoying it immediately. There’s still time on your show this morning for another proposal, isn’t there?”
I glanced up at the clock and something suddenly shifted inside of me.
Joyce was right.
Why wait?
“Yes.” I glanced over at Lori. “There’s still plenty of time.”
Lori crossed her arms. “You’re bluffing.”
I chuckled. “Come on, you witnessed firsthand that I happen to be the worst bluffer in the world.” I grabbed my headphone case and pulled the velvet ring box from inside, taking a step toward her.
Lori gasped. “Oh, my . . .” She put her hand on her chest. “It’s really happening.”
“It is.” I slipped my headphones off, set them on the counter, and got down on one knee in front of her.
“Lori Martin, you—”
“Yes!” she screamed.
Grandma Joyce laughed hysterically. “Rocket science, huh? It’s not as easy as it seems, is it? Okay, from the top, once again!”
I grinned, but my gaze never left hers. “Lori Martin, you rock my world. You’re my partner at work, and now I want you to be my partner in life. My amazing wife. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to know you and I will be together forever. Lovely Lori, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” She ran toward me and jumped in my arms, kissing me before I even had a chance to put the ring on her finger or kiss her first.
And wow, did she kiss me good.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Joyce said. “I’m so happy for us all!”
“Congratulations!” Grandpa Wayne said.
Lori finally pulled away from the kiss and touched her lips. “Sorry, I know you probably wanted to kiss me.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “No. I wouldn’t change a thing. You’re perfect. And looks like we’re going to have another kiss video that will go viral.” I pointed to Debbie, who was recording the video through the glass from the other studio.
I slid the ring on her finger and pulled the flowers out of the cupboard, handing them to her.
Lori sniffled, hugging the flowers. “Dr. Tough Love, you’re officially a romantic.” She wiped a few happy tears off her face.
“Thank you for making me the happiest man ever.” I pointed to the microphones. “I guess we should get back to work.”
“Hey, I have an idea!” Joyce said. “Let’s have a double wedding!”
“That’s a wonderful idea!” Grandpa Wayne said.
I glanced across at Lori, wondering how she would react to that.
She shrugged. “I’m completely fine with that as long as I get to have a song from Celine Dion for our first dance.”
I shook my finger at her. “No, no, no, no, no. That is not going to happen.”
“Remember when you told one of our listeners that men should put the needs of women first?”
“I don’t remember that at all,” I lied.
“Nice try! I want Celine Dion for our first dance.”
I frowned. “Please, no. Anyone but her.”
Lori studied me for a moment and nodded. “Okay, okay. No Celine Dion.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
She nodded. “Really. I’ll pick someone else then. No big deal.”
“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air. “Thank you. That’s why I love you. I can’t wait to marry you.”
Lori adjusted the microphone. “You said anyone but her, though.”
I nodded emphatically. “Anyone. Absolutely.”
“Okay, then . . .” Lori smirked. “I choose Bette Midler.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Well played.”
“Thanks. I had to get you back for your trick at the poker tournament.”
Of course, I was making a big deal out of nothing.
It was just another silly love song.
And in the end what mattered most was, I got the girl.