Page 111 of Pucking Good Girl

“Happy graduation, pretty girl,” Becks whispers in my ear.

I look at the ear-splitting grins on my two boyfriends’ faces. “Please, tell me you didn’t.” I don’t know if I’m moved or pissed off to the point of tears. “Tell me you just rented this to drive home today.”

They look at each other and, as usual, they don’t need words to communicate.

“We could tell you that,” Macklin begins carefully. “But it wouldn’t be the truth.”

Before I can say anything, Becks comes to his brother’s aid. “I thought we agreed that as your boyfriends, we should be allowed to buy you nice things.”

Ha. Nice try. “Yes, we agreed to that. But when we said nice things, I thought we were talking about a dinner in a nice restaurant. Not a luxury car. This is way too much. I don’t think I can accept it.”

“Open the trunk, please.” Macklin dumps all the flowers he’s been carrying inside the spacious trunk. Becks follows his example. “Baby, Becks and I just got our signing bonuses, just like your brother. We knew how much you’ve been missing your car this year. We don’t mind you driving ours, but we wanted you to have your own vehicle.”

That’s incredibly sweet. “It’s a gorgeous car, but it’s way too much. I would have been over the moon with something way more reasonably priced.”

“But we wanted you to have something nice and safe,” Becks argues. “Especially since Seattle’s winters aren’t as mild as what you’re used to in Star Cove.”

“Please accept our present, baby,” Macklin pleads.

It’s important to them, and if I refused it, they would be crushed. Besides, it’s a beauty. “If I say yes to this ridiculously extravagant present, can you promise that you aren’t going to do anything like this again?”

“No,” they both snort.

“We want to be allowed to spoil you. It’s a dealbreaker for us,” Becks is smiling, but I know he means it.

I sigh. “You two are impossible.”

Macklin takes the keys from me and opens the driver’s door. “Come on, baby. Drives us to your party.”

There’s no point arguing with them. When they set their minds on something, they’re the most determined men I know.

“God, the leather of these seats is softer than butter,” I marvel as I adjust the seat so I can drive comfortably.

“Glad you approve of our choice,” Becks smiles from the passenger seat.

Macklin has been smiling at me too, meeting my gaze from the rearview mirror. “Hey Becks, I left something in the glove box when we drove the car here. Do you mind grabbing it for me?”

When the engine comes to life, it’s quieter than I was used to, since this model is a hybrid.

Becks’s hand covers mine as I grab the handbrake. “Talia, wait a second. Mack and I have something else for you.”

Macklin leans forward between the two front seats. “Yeah, and there’s something we wanted to ask you.”

I was so taken with my new car that I didn’t notice what Becks took out of the glove box. It’s a tiny turquoise box.

These two men have a way of making my heart stop for all the best reasons.

“You’re not⁠—”

But they are.

“Talia,” Macklin says. “I’ve wanted to ask you this for months.”

“Me too,” Becks agrees. “And we thought of a dozen different ways to ask you. But we didn’t want to do it at the party in front of everyone, and we couldn’t wait one more second.”

Becks opens the box. The biggest, most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen is sitting in the black velvet inside the box. “Talia, Mack and I love you more than we can express with words. We can’t imagine our future without you in it, and we hope you’ll make us the luckiest men in the world and marry us.”

“Will you marry us, Talia?”