I want to be offended, but as I watch Clarke following the girls with a huge smile on her face, I can’t be offended. The message is clear. She’s part of the family now.
“Did you tell her what you did with Tripp?” Tacker asks.
“Not the sordid details, but enough to know I’m going to get very lucky later tonight.”
Tacker snorts, clapping me on the shoulder. “You know… this has been quite the summer of weddings.”
“Four so far,” I reply with a nod, watching Clarke as she heads through the kitchen into the living room as the women all move around the Cup.
“You could make it five,” he says with a sly smile. “An elopement would be cool.”
While the thought of marriage settles on me like a warm blanket, I do know it’s way too soon for that. Clarke’s also the type who deserves all the romance of an over-the-top proposal and a huge wedding if she so desires. I’m not going to take that from her.
What I am going to do, though, is make sure she knows how much I love and cherish her. Every single day.
Her gaze moves through the crowd, and we lock eyes. Everyone else disappears for just a second as a silent acknowledgment passes between us that tonight is the beginning of forever.
She smiles, loops her arms around her new female Vengeance family, then strikes a goofy pose for the camera.
Fuck, but I love her.