Tonight was the contest for Mr. January. The first event of The Fix on Sixth's Man of the Month calendar contest.

It was, Jenna knew, probably the single most important event of her career.

And all she wanted to do was go home, crawl under the covers, and go to sleep.

For days, she'd been working her tail off and battling morning sickness. And neither one of those was as hard or as unpleasant as getting through a day without Reece.

"Am I being an idiot?" she asked Brent for the hundredth time. He was doing a security pre-check for the event and had just finished talking to the doorman and the new bouncers they'd hired. The event had gotten so much press and the tickets had sold out so fast that they were expecting an over-capacity crowd. They'd let people in when space opened, but if folks got rowdy on the street, Brent needed to have a plan in place.

"You're not being an idiot," he assured her. "But why don't we talk about this tomorrow when we're past the contest. I mean, maybe that's a crazy suggestion, but I thought since we both have a checklist about a mile long..."

"I know. You're right. I'm sorry."

His pragmatic pep talk pushed her back into a work groove, and she blasted through a ton of last minute details. She'd hired a graduate student from the drama department at the University of Texas to stage manage the contest, because Jenna wanted to be in the audience in order to gauge the reaction and decide if they needed any design changes. Now Taylor walked Jenna through all of her prep. Her long brown hair was pulled back into an efficient ponytail, and as far as Jenna could tell, Taylor had no worries at all about tonight going off without a hitch.

"We've got this," Taylor said. "Trust me, it's going to be amazing."

The staging area was in the back bar, which was closed for the event. Each man would walk up a red carpet that was being laid right then, climb the stage, take off his shirt, and then say a few words to the audience. Jenna anticipated that some of them would strip with a flourish, while others would be a bit more subdued. But she'd seen all of their pictures, and she was confident that none would be a dud.

Jenna considered the event's emcee as the greatest coup. Beverly Martin, who'd recently starred in an indie film that was getting a lot of notice. She'd actually approached Jenna, who'd been afraid that she'd have to emcee the contest herself.

When Jenna had asked Beverly why she wanted the gig—and how she'd heard about it—Beverly had been coy. And since Jenna wasn't an idiot, she didn't push. She just said a silent thank you to whatever guardian angel was watching over her, then moved on to the next task.

"You'll go over everything with Beverly? Have we got a teleprompter?"

"It's all good. Chill." Taylor's voice held laughter. "There," she said, pointing. "Isn't that the woman you're meeting with for lunch?"

Jenna followed the line of Taylor's finger and found Brooke. She waved, then pointed to the back table, where Aly had already put out a variety of appetizers.

"Any news?" Jenna asked.

"We're on!" Brooke beamed. "The papers with the network are all signed, and Spencer's on board. And all I had to do was sell my soul."

"What?"

Brooke waved the words away. "Ignore me. I was just trying to be funny."

Jenna had the feeling that wasn't exactly accurate, but she didn't press. "At any rate, congratulations. This is a big deal for you, right?"

"It is," Brooke admitted. "And congrats to you, too. We're going to make this place look amazing."

"Win-win," Jenna said, then stood. "I know I promised you lunch, but let's go find Tyree and tell him."

"Sounds good. And I can't stay for lunch anyway. I've got a million details to work on before we get started. But I'll be here tonight for the contest. I can't wait."

They found Tyree in his office, looking as harried as Jenna felt. Her phone rang right after the introduction, and when she saw that it was her mom, she signaled to Tyree, who assured her that he'd answer any of Brooke's questions, then see her out.

"Mom? Everything okay?"

"Of course. I just wanted to call and wish you luck on your big day."

"Thanks." She tried to sound enthusiastic, but it came out a little strangled. It was a big day. It just seemed a lot smaller without Reece beside her.

"All right," her mom said. "Tell me."

Jenna opened her mouth to tell her mother that everything was fine. But instead, she heard herself asking, "If Doug had wanted to just live with you, would you have done it?"

"Oh, I think so. We're a good match, and it's not like we're going to be starting a family."

"So if you'd met him when he was younger before either of you had kids, you would have insisted on getting married? What if he didn't want to?"

"Jenna, sweetheart. What's going on?"

They were the magic words that opened the floodgate, and she started to tell her mom everything, beginning with the fact that she and Reece were in love.

"But sweetheart, that's wonderful. You know I adore Reece. I always thought you two would make a great couple."

"He doesn't want to get married."

"With his father as a role-model, I'm not sure I blame him."

"But I—" She cut herself off before mentioning the baby. That deserved a longer, more intimate call. Possibly even a weekend trip to Florida for an in-person announcement and celebration. "But it's important to me. And he just completely discounts that."

"Sounds like you're discounting his perspective, too."

"I know, but—"

"Look, baby. I know it's hard. It's especially hard to wrap your mind around the fact that just because you found somebody who's perfect doesn't mean that everything about what they think and feel and do will be perfect. Relationships are about compromise. I think you should sit down and decide which is more important to you. Sticking to your guns or having Reece beside you."

"In other words, you're saying he wins."

Her mom laughed. "Since when did you revert to an eight-year-old? No, I'm not. I'm saying that you're the only one who can say. And maybe you've already made that decision. But the fact that we're having this conversation makes me think you're on the fence. So have a nice sit-down with yourself, and figure out which side of the fence you're going to climb down on."

"I love you, Mom," she said, because as painful as it might be to hear, everything her mom said was true. Especially when she considered that Reece was waiting for her on one side of the fence, his arms spread wide to hold her and keep her safe.

As soon as the call with her mom ended, Jenna dialed Reece, but he didn't answer. Jenna told herself that wasn't a bad omen, but when she tried three more times throughout the day and still got nothing, a sick feeling started to grow in her stomach. Had she waited too long? Had she screwed around and lost the best thing that ever happened to her?

"I need to go," she whispered to Brent, who looked at her like she'd grown two heads. "I need to find Reece."

"In case it escaped your notice, we're starting the contest in fifteen minutes."

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, feeling frantic. "But I have to tell him—"

"Jenna." Brent's voice was harsh and no-nonsense.

She froze. "I'm losing it, aren't I?"

"Just a little. Come here." He pulled her into a hug. "Look, I know this thing with Reece is hard, but he's still going to be an asshole later tonight or tomorrow morning. Find him then," Brent continued, as Jenna giggled. "Right now, we have a contest about to start, the press in the audience, and a video crew from the local news ready to put together what we hope is one hell of a story. So get it together, okay? Because you need to enjoy this amazing event you organized."

"Right," she said. "I know."

But try as she might, she couldn't focus. Thank goodness she'd delegated. Everyone had a key job except her, as she'd planned to simply watch the audience. Fortunately, she'd asked a few others to do the same, because she was only hearing about half of what Beverly was saying on stage, and only noticing flashes of the buff, shirtless men who paraded up the red carpet and then across the stage.

Or, she was only half-paying attention until she heard Beverly say, "We have one last-minute contestant." Then Jenna started to stand, because what the hell? But Beverly kept talking, and Jenna had to sit again, because her knees were too weak to support her.

"A man who'd initially turned down an invitation to compete in the contest, but I know you all will be happy he changed his mind. Please welcome Reece Walker!"

The music started, and the crowd applauded as Reece strode down the red carpet, climbed the stairs to the stage, and pulled off his shirt—to the absolute delight of the women in the audience.

Reece smiled and flexed his muscles, but Jenna knew him well enough to know he was just going through the motions. What he was really doing was searching the crowd.

He was looking for her.

She wanted to wave. To stand. To do something. But she was too numb. She had no idea what he was doing up there, but she sat glued to her seat, desperate to find out.

"So I guess this is the part where I say something," Reece said. "And I should start by saying that I'm not actually up here to be a contestant. That's why I'm not on your ballot. But I have something to say to someone, and this was the best way I could think of to do it. And since I'm a manager here at The Fix, I have a little pull. So please, don't let my theatrics draw your attention away from our amazing contestants."

He cleared his throat and shifted his stance. To the audience, he probably looked cool and confident. But Jenna could see the nerves.

"I'm here tonight to apologize. To tell the woman I love that I screwed up. That I was so busy staying stuck in my ways and looking at the world through one boring lens, that I forgot to shift around and change my perspective."

He drew a breath. "The thing is, love is supposed to open us up, not close us off. I let my fears blot that out. I've been with the wrong woman so many times that I was scared to admit the right one was in my arms. And I was looking at other people and judging our relationship by them.

"I'm not saying it'll be easy," he continued. "It'll probably be hard at times. But I know it will be an adventure. Love always is, right? Anyway, I should have written this down, because I'm getting lost in my words. I'm not a speaker, and I don't particularly like being on stage. But I had to say this tonight, right now, because I couldn't wait any longer to tell her that I love her. Jenna Montgomery, I love you. I want you. More than that I need you. And even though I screwed up, I'm hoping that you will do me the very great honor of agreeing to be my wife."

She couldn't move. Her body was frozen to the chair, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. And when the spotlight found her—she was going to kill Taylor!—all she could do was nod like an idiot and soundlessly mouth, I love you.

Around her, the crowd burst into applause and Reece leaped off the stage, then hurried to her. He pulled her into his arms, cradling her as he continued toward the back of the bar, and the whole place was on its feet around her, laughing and applauding as Beverly, bless her, took control of the crowd.

He took her through the bar and then outside to the alley where he finally—finally—put her down and kissed her hard, the feel of him against her almost making her melt all over again.

"I can't live without you," he said when they came up for air. "I'm sorry I was a jerk."

"You weren't. I was. I don't want to force you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. I've been calling you all day to tell you that. I just want the two of us."

He pressed his hand to her belly. "Three."

"Yeah," she said, putting her hand over his. "Three."

They kissed again, long and lingering. "I mean it," she said, cupping his face because she had to keep touching him. Had to claim that connection. "I'm okay with not getting married. It's you I want, Reece. Only you."

"I know. I believe you. But you want a wedding, too. And I want to give it to you."

He dropped to one knee, then held out a small box. "I already asked on stage, but now I'm asking just you. Jenna Montgomery, will you marry me?"

"You bought me a ring?" It was a foolish question considering she'd opened the box to reveal a stunning diamond solitaire.

"It was my grandmother's. If you don't like it—"

"Are you kidding? It's amazing. I love it. And I love you."

The alley door burst open, interrupting one more kiss. "You two are the hottest thing on Twitter," Brent said, grinning ear to ear. "And the calendar contest is following a close second. All the phone lines are tied up with calls about when the next contest will be."

"That's great," Jenna said, her fingers twined with Reece's.

"Oh, and in case you're wondering. The vote's in. It was almost unanimous, so the count was easy." He looked up at Reece. "Congratulations, Mr. January. Apparently, your write-in vote swept the contest."

Reece's eyes went wide as Jenna and Brent laughed.

"This is your fault," Reece accused, aiming a mock glare at Jenna.

"Oh well," she said lightly. "I guess you can spank me later."

Brent burst out laughing, but from the look on Reece's face, that was very much on the agenda.

Jenna grinned, positively giddy, then held out her finger so he could slip on the ring. "And by the way, my answer is yes."