Three months later.

“I can’t believe that you bought us a house!” I say, staring at Tucker in disbelief. “I was not expecting this.”

My skin is tingling as I look at the beautiful house with the two-car garage and huge windows overlooking the green yard.

“The neighbors may cause some trouble,” he says with a laugh. “But we can always ignore them.”

“The neighbors are the best part,” I say, smiling as I look down the street at Cynthia and Chase’s house. Megan and Lucas are on the right of them, and Tanya, Ethan, and their new baby Liam (they decided against Rocko and Milhouse—thank God!) live only one street over. We’re all within walking distance now.

“I still can’t believe you did this,” I say, shaking my head as I walk up the green grass (which is now mine!) and look up at the tall tree on the front yard. I touch the trunk and run my fingers over the rough bark. “This tree is ours.”

“It sure is,” Tucker says with a laugh. “Every single leaf.”

I’m in awe as I walk around the property, too nervous to step inside.

The last three months have been pure bliss since Cynthia’s wedding. Tucker set up his real estate investments with a property management firm, which freed him up to move anywhere on the planet. Lucky for me he chose my favorite street in Buffalo, New York.

We barely fight anymore, and he’s been the perfect boyfriend. Except last Saturday. Last Saturday, he was his old Mother Tucker self, but I don’t mind that once in a while. It keeps things interesting.

“Want to see inside?” he asks, holding up a key.

My heart starts racing as I stare at him with wide eyes. “Are you sure it’s ours?”

“It has your name on the deed,” he says. “Might as well go check it out.”

I take a deep breath and walk over, taking the key from his hands. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, giving him one last chance to back out. We’ve been talking about moving in together for the past few weeks, but I wasn’t expecting this. I was dreaming about this, but I wasn’t expecting it.

“Will you go open the door already?” he asks with a grin. “I want to show you your closet.”

“My closet?” I ask, getting goosebumps. “Is it big?”

“You’ll have to open the door to find out.”

I rip the keys out of his hands and open the door with shaky fingers. “Wow,” I gasp when I swing the door open. The inside is even nicer than the outside.

I have a constant surge of warmth flowing through my veins as I walk through the house admiring the high ceilings, granite countertops, hardwood floors, and huge windows. It’s an open layout and perfect for hosting parties with our new neighbors. I can think of a few in particular.

“What do you think?” Tucker asks, leaning against the wall with a grin.

“I think I’m going to rip your clothes off and christen the house right now,” I say, looking around the empty house in amazement. “This is incredible. I mean it’s not my parent’s basement, but it’s still nice.”

“Wait until you see upstairs,” he says with a laugh. “You just might be changing your tune.”

“My closet?” I ask with an excited squeal.

He grins as he turns toward the staircase. “Follow me.”

Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I follow him up the stairs into the huge master bedroom. There’s no furniture in the house, which makes the rooms look even bigger.

I swallow hard when I see two French doors on the far wall. “Is that?”

“Yes,” he says with a nod. “It’s your new love.”

I take a deep breath, shake my hands out, and open the doors.

“Ho. Ly. Shit.” It’s massive. I mean, frigging massive. Even I would have a hard time filling this thing.

I walk into the middle of the room and stretch my arms out. I spin around and don’t even come close to touching a wall.

“Do you like it?” he asks with a smile.

“Like is not the word,” I say, gulping as I look around at all of the empty racks, shelves, and drawers. “Love is not the word either.”

“What is the word?”

I shake my dizzy head. “I don’t know.”

“You haven’t seen it all,” he says, pointing to a door on one of the walls. I was so taken with the monster closet that I didn’t even notice the door.

“What’s that?” I ask as my hands start shaking again.

Tucker just shrugs. “Open it and find out.”

I rush over and open the door with my heart pounding. “No!” I shout, nearly falling to my knees as my legs buckle. I grab onto the door frame for support. There’s a second closet, about a third the size of this one but it’s floor to ceiling shelves. “Is that for…?” I can’t finish the thought.

“Yup,” he says, nodding his head up and down. “Even you can’t fill that up with shoes.”

My eyes start watering as I stick my head in. “You don’t know me at all.” I’ve always wanted my own shoe closet. All kinds of dreams are coming true today.

“I’d like to see you try,” he says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a black American Express card and hands it to me. “The first two walls are on me.”

“I can’t take this,” I say, trying to hand him the card back even though I desperately want to keep it. I won’t fill two walls with it, but maybe two shelves.

“Why not?” he asks, sticking his hands into his pockets as I try to hand him the card.

“Because we’re not… you know.”

“What?” he asks. “Married?”

“Yeah.”

He pulls his hands out of his pocket and my heart skips a beat when I see a little blue box in his hand. “Then we’ll have to change that,” he says. “For the shoes.”

I gulp when he drops to a knee and opens the box. The most beautiful diamond ring is staring up at me, begging me to wear it.

“Julia,” Tucker says softly. “Will you marry me?”

My thoughts are scattered, and I’m too excited to think straight, so I just lunge onto him instead, tackling him to the floor.

“Yes,” I say, kissing him on the lips. “Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes!”

He slides the ring onto my finger, and I nearly have a heart attack when I see the size of the diamond. It looks even bigger on my hand.

“Where do you want to get married?” he asks, watching me as I stare at my new best friend. Sorry Cynthia, but diamonds are definitely a girl’s best friend.

“In this closet,” I say, smiling as I look around again. “We could definitely fit all of our guests in it.”

Tucker laughs. “What about a destination wedding?”

“I think I’ve had enough destination weddings for one lifetime.”

He grins. “I want to get married on the beach.”

I smile as I think about it. Seeing Tucker shirtless does always sound mighty tempting.

“All right,” I say, sitting in his lap. “We’ll talk.”

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