I want to welcome Debra Anastasia back to Bookish with hugs and kisses. I’ve been a fan almost as long as this blog has existed, and I’m delighted that she is sharing an exclusive excerpt from Saving Poughkeepsie today!!! (p.s. she’s doing an awesome giveaway too).
“You went all out,” Eve commented.
“Just spoiling you, killer.” Beckett held her chair as she sat.
He admired her hair falling around her shoulders as he tasted the offered wine and approved it. After they both had a glass, he held his up for a toast.
She nodded before tapping his glass. After a swallow she smiled. “This is amazing.”
“I picked out all your favorites.” Beckett lifted his chin in the direction of the servers, and the food was delivered to the table.
A gorgeous salad with avocados and sunflower seeds was joined by a bowl of matzo ball soup.
After sipping a bit of soup and poking around the salad, she finally figured it out, “This tastes just like the soup at Nicolatti’s in Poughkeepsie. And is this the Chick-Fil-A salad?”
He nodded. “Flown in just for the occasion. Well, not the salad. They had that down the street. Don’t worry, this fine establishment is handing the main course.”
The way she rolled her eyes made him want to kick himself for not doing this every weekend. It was always such a war. So many lives depending on them, so much to attend to. This whole vacation felt delectably selfish.
The pasta primavera came next, and it was delicious. They shared small talk about dreams and plans of a future that would require them both to take different paths. They would buy the house they were living in, for sure. And the brothers would move, no problem.
“So, where do you want the wedding?” He thanked the waiter who refilled their wine glasses.
“I don’t know. We can’t really. You know this has been fun, but planning a wedding? That would have way too many contingencies. We can’t even really wear rings.” She touched her engagement diamond.
“Maybe we get to live in these days here like we want to. You know?” He wiped his mouth with a napkin.
Eve seemed willing to go along for now, but Beckett hoped his next surprise wouldn’t fail.
After dessert, he stood, shaking hands with the restaurant owner and waiters before holding his hand out to Eve.
At the front door, he helped her into her sweater and handed her a bouquet of exotic white flowers.
“Come with me.” He led her to the beach again, but during dinner a few people had been busy. It was now lined with an aisle of candles. A man stood close to the breaking surf, hands crossed, waiting. Someone had used the surrounding sand as a canvas, creating a swirling pattern. Their names were part of the art.
What? She asked without a sound.
“I want you to marry me. Here. Now.”
Beckett let go of her hand and strode away from her. When he turned around, close to the water at the end of the aisle, he hoped to hell she wasn’t running in the other direction.
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