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After seeing Dylan with the redhead, I sunk deeper into a depression. Even working at Lark's house did nothing to distract me. I simply went through the motions. Fortunately, Lark was especially tired and slept most of the day, so she never noticed my bad mood. Harlow wasn't as oblivious as we washed dishes after dinner. "What's up, stinky pup?" I rolled my eyes at her nickname for me. "Nothing." "She doesn't want to deal with the leaves," Jace said from behind us. Our ten year old brother crossed his arms like Dad often did when suspicious. "See, she got spooked last night and bailed on raking the leaves. They ended up blowing around the yard and now she's trying to get out of raking them again." "That's not it." "Sure, it is," he said, his dark hair covering his narrowed eyes. "What else could it be?" Grumpy, I decided to punish him. "It's about a sexy guy." Jace's face twisted into horror. "Eww!" he cried, running out of the room. Harlow and I laughed at the sound of him telling on me to Mom. "In a few years, girls will be all he thinks about," I said, returning to the dishes. Harlow leaned her head against my shoulder. "Sexy guy, huh?" "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your fight?" Harlow glanced at the clock. "Yeah. When I get back, I want to hear about the sexy guy making you sigh so much." As my sister dressed to go, I finished the dishes and struggled to stop sighing. I was still grumpy when Dad got home. In this living room, he told Harlow to be careful. She said something and laughed. When Harlow started fighting at the Thunderdome, she called herself Joy and hid it from our parents. She didn't think they'd approve and she was right. Harlow and I were naïve to assume they wouldn't find out long before she told them the truth though. Dad might be a pastor, but he learned about the Lord in prison. As a member of the Reapers, Dad had eyes and ears all over Ellsberg. He likely knew Harlow was fighting before she threw her first punch. Entering the kitchen, Dad smiled at me. "Stop talking about cute boys around your brother. He has a sensitive gag reflex." I laughed as he got himself a beer and joined me at the sink. "Mom said we have leftovers. Mind warming them up for me?" Shaking my head, I filled a plate and set it in the microwave. "Are you okay?" Dad asked, frowning at me. "You look worn down." "I had a long day." "You sure that's it?" We watched each other and I remembered the first time he asked if I was okay. Five years earlier when I was brought to this house and met my new family. I didn't remember a lot from that day besides thinking these people were too good to be true. I figured they'd wait until Kirk was gone then hurt me. I couldn't remember when I knew Dad was a good man who loved me. Not like my real dad loved me. Tad felt the kind of love a person died to protect. I saw the love in his eyes as he waited for his food to finish warming. "I wish I was stronger." "So do I," he said softly. "Everyone does. They just don't admit it. That's what makes you so brave. You can admit your fears." Even thinking he was full of shit, I smiled. "Thanks, Dad." Taking his plate out of the microwave, he inhaled. "Mom makes the best meatloaf." "I made it." Grinning, Dad nudged me with his hip. "If you make this meatloaf for the boy you're hung up on, you'll own him." "I'll remember that. book-quoteharlowjacemeatloafRolling my eyes, I took Dylan's hand and followed Harlow inside. Jace sat in the front of the TV. I knew he was grumpy based on the way he didn't look at me. When I flopped next to him on the couch, he did smile. "You smell like a strip club," he said, narrowing his eyes at me. "How would you know?" "I'm not telling you my secrets." Shaking my head, I sighed loudly. "Why do you make me do this to you? It's like you want to suffer." Jace knew what was coming, but his escape came too late. I pinned him on the couch and tickled him. Despite his efforts to seem unfazed, he couldn't withstand armpit tickling. While I tormented my laughing brother, Dad and Mom walked out from the kitchen. "He missed you," Mom said as I finally let Jace up. Catching his breath, my brother leaned next to me on the couch. "I miss beating you at videogames." "I miss you beating me too," I said, kissing his head. Harlow flopped on the couch next to us and I smiled at the familiar comfort of my family. Dylan watched us with a slight grin. When he caught Tad and Toni's gazes, his smile grew. Suspicious now, I glanced at Harlow who was busy gluing herself to me. "Are they up to something?" I whispered. "Am I going to be embarrassed?" "I don't know. If you feel embarrassed, I'll punch Dylan in the crotch and distract everyone." Rolling my eyes at her threat, I studied Dylan who grinned at me. "What?" I asked, nervous now. "She's on to you," Dad said. "Better ask now before she gets squirrely." "Squirrely," Jace snorted. "She gets batty too." Harlow laughed. "Winnie can do so many animal impressions." Ignoring them, I stood up and walked to a still smiling Dylan. "What?" "What happened to patience?" Without thinking, I reached to pinch my hand. Dylan took both hands then knelt on one knee. "Don't," Harlow blurted, grabbing for me. Everyone frowned at her. A moment passed where she stared at me in horror. Suddenly, she shrugged. "I meant don't stop. Go ahead, Dylan." The mood in the room shifted back to anticipation. Our gaze focused on Dylan who smiled up at me. "I know it's been a few weeks. I don't care. I love you and you love me, right?" "I love you so much." "I'm not stupid. I know we'll have problems. We run into issues. When we do, we'll work them out. We'll figure them out because we belong together. You believe that, don't you?" "Yes," I whispered, staring into his beautiful dark eyes. "Winona Todds, you are perfection and I refuse to live without you. Will you marry me?" My legs turning to jelly, I knelt down too. "Yes," I whispered, afraid he was about to change his mind. Maybe it was a trick. All these awful things rushed through my mind. I wasn't good enough for Dylan. He was going to leave me one day. I didn't deserve to be happy when I was so weak. "You love me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. "You want me to be happy." "Yes," I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. "You're what I need to survive." "I'm not really strong yet." "I love you now. I don't want to wait. Do you want to wait for me?" Shaking my head, I looked at my smiling parents then back at Dylan. "We're in love and planning to live together. We need to make our relationship official, so your daddy won't kick my ass." Even laughing, I asked, "You want this?" "I can give up everything else in my life, but never you. Married or not, you belong with me." I exhaled uneasily then smiled. "Yes, I will marry you. book-quoteharlowjacemarry-me
