Olive's body shakes against mine, her laughter spilling out across my office. "Um, I think your bird wants you to go get Oscar for her, Mason."
I just tip my head back, looking up at the ceiling. "She's never going to stop calling me that, is she?"
"Nope," Olive says, giggling. "It's your name now."
"That's what I figured," I sigh.
Chapter Eleven
Olive
"What the fuck is that?" Jazz shouts, rushing around the counter with her eyes locked on my hand, her eyes wide. "Holy shit, Olive."
Sarah and Lilah both turn just in time to see her snatch my hand up, waving my ring around like a white flag.
"Holy shit," Sarah breathes. "You're getting married?"
"Um, surprise?" I squeak.
There's a heartbeat of silence, and then all three of them are on top of me, talking at once. Mason just watches from the doorway with a big grin on his face.
"This is your fault," I remind him.
"You love it."
I smile in response because he's not wrong. This is the best fairytale, only it's better because it's mine. I have no idea how I ended up here. There's no plausible way I should have ended up here after accusing him of being a serial killer and calling the police on him, and yet… here I am. With his ring on my finger and his love bites all over me. Happier than I've ever been.
"When did this happen?" Sarah asks.
"Last night. I tried to cook him dinner, so he put a ring on my finger."
"Good choice," she says, grinning at him. "I'd totally marry her too if it meant getting her out of the kitchen."
"Rude!" I protest.
"You're the one who caught the stove on fire."
"That was one time."
She plants her hands on her hips, cocking a brow at me.
"Fine. It was four times, but three of them don't even count."
"I'm afraid to ask how you arrived at that conclusion, Rebel," Mason says, pushing away from the door to stride toward me.
"I was doing science."
"Making brownies isn't doing science, Olive," Sarah protests through laughter.
"It is if you don't know how to make brownies," I mutter.
Mason chuckles, scooping me up into his arms. "Come on, I have something for you."
"You do?" I blink at him, suspicious. "If it's theSerial Killer's Guide, I'm opting out."
"Just follow me," he says, smirking at me.
I shrug, following him across the store.