“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “What’s he going to do?”
“It sounds like he’s made a run for it,” John Paul said. “No one’s seen him since this morning when Moretti made the accusation.”
I considered the information for a moment. Normally, I would have thought Landon was too difficult to track, and he’d never be found by anyone. However, I had found him, and I wasn’t a bounty hunter. If I could trace him, maybe someone else could, too.
My thoughts shifted to Evan Arden. If anyone could find and locate Landon, it would be him, but he was dead as far as Moretti was concerned.
Wasn’t he?
Would he have gone against everything he seemed to believe and contact Moretti to let him know he had survived? Had he even gone as far as to tell him about the hit on Franks and to plan to blame it on Landon the whole time? Just how devious was this guy?
I had no idea.
The whole line of thinking made me uncomfortable, and John Paul was giving me a bit of a look, so I swallowed and focused my thoughts elsewhere.
“Landon could be in trouble,” I said.
“I know,” John Paul agreed. “That’s why I’m leaving. Tonight.”
“I’m not getting involved,” I stated. “No fucking way.”
“Not asking you to, bro,” he said. “I just wanted you to know.”
“I appreciate it.”
We shook hands, and John Paul walked off toward his car as I rejoined Raine and her friends.
Lindsay decided to stick around for a bit and keep Alex occupied so Raine and I could finish the packing. The whole condo was a fucking disaster of boxes. I didn’t know how we had managed to accumulate so much shit in the brief time we’d lived here, but I was sure it wasn’t mine. I blamed Lindsay and the effect her addictive shopping habits had on Raine.
They had both bought a shit ton of stuff for Alex, too. The kid had more toys than he knew what to do with, and all he cared about was drawing and playing with any kind of blocks you put in front of him. He was either going to end up in art school or engineering school.
I made sure Alex and Lindsay were occupied with a movie on Disney before I snuck off to the bedroom. Raine’s ass was sticking out of the closet and making me want to grab on to it for a little ride. I didn’t though.
Focus.
I took a deep breath, but it didn’t help. My hands were shaking a little, and I rubbed them against my thighs to try to make them stop. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this. Maybe I should just wait until we were all moved in to the new place. Right now, it was too easy for her to grab her stuff and take off if I fucked this up.
She wouldn’t do that.
I couldn’t quite convince myself.
Just fucking do it, you pussy.
“Hey, Raine?” I called softly, almost wishing she wouldn’t hear me at all.
“Yes?” She pulled her head out of the closet and looked at me expectantly. When I didn’t answer right away, she narrowed her eyes a little. “What is it?”
“I was just…um…” I looked toward the balcony door and tried to come up with the right words.
“What, Bastian?” Raine dropped a couple items from the closet into her suitcase and came to my side.
I ran my hand over my face.
Just fucking say it.
“I was wondering if…if maybe…shit.”
Raine placed her hand on my arm, and I realized it was shaking as much as my hands.
“Bastian, what’s the matter?”
I closed my eyes again. I could do this. I was sure I could. I just needed my mouth to fucking work for once. I needed to say the right words in the right way, but all I did was babble.
“I just thought maybe with Alex and all and starting a new life in a new place…” I continued to stammer, trying to find something in my head that didn’t make me sound like a total idiot. With another deep breath, I fell back to the only way I’d ever managed to express myself without getting into trouble.
The Bard’s words were far better than my own.
“Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe, then might I not say so,
To give full growth to that which still doth grow?”
I looked to the floor, took a deep breath, and then stared into her eyes. I pulled a little box from my pocket and laid it in my palm before I opened it. The shining, simple solitaire ring in the center of the velvet sparkled in the bursting Miami sun.
“Raine, will you marry me?”
Raine said nothing for the longest fucking time. There was sweat dripping between my shoulder blades, and the gleam from the ring was refracting rainbows all over the walls as my hand continued to shake. I realized I’d totally forgotten to get down on one knee, and mentally smacked myself for fucking up the easiest part of all of this.
I glanced from the ring to Raine’s face. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and my heart stopped. For a brief moment, my world ended as I waited for her to deny me.
“Yes, Bastian,” she whispered as the tears overflowed. “Yes, of course. Of course I’ll marry you.”
A huge breath escaped me, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her and picking her up to hold her to my chest. I buried my face in her hair and tried to pretend all the tears belonged to her alone.
“Thank you,” I whispered against her ear. “Thank you so fucking much, Raine…thank you.”
“Oh, Bastian.” She tightened her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. “I love you so much—so, so much!”
“I love you,” I replied, “more than fucking anything.”
I squeezed her to me again, and the shaking in my hands and arms finally stopped as I held her. Figuring I was probably keeping her from breathing, I relaxed my grip and set her down. I reached up and wiped the tears from her face.
“Do I get to put that on?” Raine asked with a smile. She pointed down at the ring still in my hand.
“Shit! Yeah…I forgot.” I grabbed the ring out of the little box and took Raine’s offered hand. With a deep breath, I slid it up and over the ring finger of her left hand.
It looked fucking perfect.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked as he came into the room. He narrowed his eyes at Raine’s outstretched hand. “What’s that?”
“An engagement ring,” Raine said. “Your dad and I are going to be married.”
Alex furrowed his brow and looked back and forth between us.
“Will you be my mom then?” he asked.
Raine smiled.
“If you want me to be.”
Alex considered this for a moment.
“Okay,” he said with a shrug. “Can we have macaroni and cheese for dinner? Lindsay said I had to ask first.”
Raine bit her lip as she stifled a laugh.
“You know that stuff is nasty,” I said.
“It’s good!” Alex insisted.
Raine elbowed me in the ribs.
“Fine,” I said, “but you have to have vegetables with it.”
“Ugh!” Alex looked up at the ceiling and spread his arms out wide. “Why?”
“Because if you don’t, no macaroni.”
“Ugh!” he cried again. “Does it have to be green?”
“Yep,” I replied with a half-smile.
“Not broccoli!”
“Green beans?” Raine suggested.
Alex slumped his shoulders and let out a ridiculously long sigh.
“Fine,” he muttered as he turned and ran off to the kitchen, yelling at Lindsay. “Dad said yes!”
Raine was shaking with silent laughter.
“He’s a lot like you,” she said.