Third You Die (Kevin Connor Mystery) (36 page)

BOOK: Third You Die (Kevin Connor Mystery)

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“Kevin,” he said, looking at me with the purest love I’d ever seen, “there’s so much I want to say to you. But”—he looked at the crowd hanging on his every word—“maybe we’ll save that for later.” He winked playfully.

The audience tittered again. They seemed to be recovering from their initial shock and were back on Tony’s side.

I followed Tony’s gaze to the crowd. There I saw the table closest to the stage, where Tony’s mother sat beaming, as if she were truly happy to witness this. Somehow, he’d won her over. My mother and father were there, too, as were, God help us all, Freddy and Cody. How Tony managed all this I’d never know. My mother leaked elegant tears while Freddy sobbed dramatically, clutching Cody for support. What a drama queen.

Then I looked at Tony again. I thought he was . . . shimmering. . . until I realized I was seeing his spotlit form through the filter of my tears.

I’d wept a lot over the past few weeks, but couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried from happiness.

“Anyway . . .” Tony continued, his voice suddenly choked up and breaking with emotion, “I have so much I want to tell you. But I don’t know if I can find the words. Because it all boils down to this. Something I should have asked you a long time ago.”

He removed the ring and held it out to me.

“Kevin Conner,” he said, the next four words ones I’ve longed to hear more than I ever imagined, “will you marry me?”

I fell to my knees beside him. “Yes,” I said, although I realized no sound came out. I tried again.

“Yes.” My voice was a ghost, blocked by years of waiting and hoping and dreams.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

I grabbed the ring from him and slid it on my finger before he had a chance to change his mind. It fit perfectly. When and how long had he been planning this?

Maybe he forgot where we were. Maybe he didn’t care. All I know is in an instant Tony’s lips were on my mine and I never felt more connected.

Rafi threw his arms around us both.

“I love you, Daddy Kebbin!” he cried.

In the background, as if they were a million miles away, I heard the crowd roar. Maybe there were a few disapprovers who sat this one out, but when I turned my head slightly to look, most of the room was on its feet, cheering, crying, applauding our love.

I felt like Sally Field in
Norma Rae
. All I needed was a handwritten sign with union scrawled on it.

Then, I forced myself to stop thinking in pop culture terms and face the real world.

Tony. This man, this good man, whom I would now share a life with.

Rafi, too. A child who, I swore then and there, would never wind up a Lost Boy.

This was my family. This was my life.

Against the odds, I’d found them.

I’d never be lost again.

If I had it my way, none of us would be.

And, much to my surprise, I had better luck having it my way than I’d ever have imagined.

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