“We’ll move your stuff into my room tomorrow night,” he said quietly, hoping that she was too exhausted from the hell her cousins put her through to catch what he said, but of course this wasn’t going to be easy. Now that he knew that she cared about him, nothing was going to stop him, not even the stubborn woman that he loved. Granted, he had to earn her agreement to marry him, but he would. It had been a long time coming and to be honest, he never really expected this day to come. When he felt his ring on her finger he couldn’t help but smile. Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over and carefully took Rory’s broken hand into his. There were a few things that they needed to clear up before any misunderstandings formed and screwed with his plans to make Rory his wife. All he wanted to do was enjoy this quiet time with Rory, steal her hot cocoa and hold her in his arms for the rest of the night, but he knew that the night wasn’t over quite yet. It had been a very long night and it was barely eight-thirty. “That’s a good idea,” he said, not mentioning that he’d already planned on doing just that. “Can we please stop for a cup of hot chocolate before we head home?” “Fine,” she said, sounding tired as she buckled up.
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