Mr. Nice Spy by Jordan McCollum

keep on my feet, like they’re weighted down.
    Obviously I’ve been an idiot with Shanna lately, but I thought — I’d hoped —
    “Hey.”
    I spin on my heel to find the woman behind me. Tall, willowy, blonde. Shanna.
    “Hey,” I say, as if my chest doesn’t feel like it’ll burst any second from running. From nearly losing her.
    “Didn’t think you were coming.”
    I shrug. “Nothing better to do.”
    She purses her lips. I cross the distance between us, but I can’t quite dare to touch her yet. “Nothing I needed to do more.”
    That lip-purse slowly transforms into a one-corner smile.
    But then the smile freezes, breaks off like a sheet of ice in a storm and shatters on the cement. Shanna looks away. “I sort of saw somebody else while I was gone.”
    “I know.” I try to take a deep breath, but my lungs have already steeled themselves. “I did, too. Sort of.”
    Those blue eyes search mine. “And?”
    “What can I say? She’s not you.” She never was.
    The grin peeks through those ice-storm clouds again. “And he’s not you.” She slides her hand into mine, and my fingers wrap around her engagement ring.
    “So, marriage, huh?”
    “Big step.” Her tone tiptoes on a tightrope, carefully noncommittal. Like she didn’t flat-out tell me this is exactly what she needs from me. And if Shanna needs me . . . “I’m there.”
    The clouds melt away and her full smile shines through, warmer than the sun. “Are you sure? I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready—”
    “Hey, I was born ready.”
    Shanna rolls her eyes.
    “But can I ask one thing?” I ask.
    She nods, her eyes brimming with trepidation.
    “Can we please not go for the actual picket fence? Those things are a beast to paint.”
    Shanna nudges me with an elbow. “Knowing you, you’d charm the neighborhood kids into doing it for you. And make them think it’s fun.”
    “Or I could just force ours to paint it.”
    She hesitates half a beat. “Kids, too?”
    “I’m ready if you are.”
    Shanna pulls her hand from mine and slides her arms around my waist. “I was born ready.”
    I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Then I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.”
    I lean down and kiss her. Because she totally needs kissing. And so do I.

     
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