There was no mega-watt smile as she leapt into his arms. There weren’t even any tears beyond the ones
that dried on her cheeks.
There wasn’t… anything.
Cassidy just stared at his carefully chosen token like it
was a goddamn cockroach.
Fuck. Fuck,
fuck, fuck!
Jon’s history of proposing marriage consisted of an
apathetic, “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”
Not exactly the best track record. He’d never done this before with the candlelight, flowers and words of
love, but Jesus. He wrote love songs for
a living. This should’ve been within his skill set, yet it was obvious he had not a fucking clue how to propose a
woman.
Either that, or
she really couldn’t find a reason to say yes.
“I think you’ll like the ring better once I tell you
about it,” he offered uneasily. Maybe it was his jewelry presentation that sucked ass instead of him.
“The ring is beautiful.”
Or not.
“Okay, then maybe I should explain why I described all
this…” He waved his empty hand at the
ambiance. “…as an apology. It’s not the picture I was apologizing for,
Dix. It was for not giving you what you
deserved a long time ago. I know those
fuckers in the media keep calling you my mistress, but I never thought of you
that way, even before my divorce. You
were always… Hell, I never could come up
with the right label to explain who you are to me. You’re just… Cassidy.”
“Jon, stop.” Diminutive
fingers covered the hand holding the ring and gently pushed, taking it down and out of
sight. “If I was a young girl, I’d hug
your proposal to my heart and never let it go.
I’d dream that ring held a magical ‘happily ever after’ and never take
it off.”
“But…?”
“But I’m not a young girl,” she told him with regret. “Pretty words are nice, and they mean more
comin’ from you that I ever imagined, but what are they gonna change? What’s that ring gonna make different?”
Okay, so it was probably stupid to state the obvious, but
damned if it didn’t come tripping off his lips, anyway. “We’ll be married.”
“And?” She prodded with insistence. “Will your kids suddenly be happy that we’re
together? Will we become more than ships
that pass in the night? Will you be content knowin' my legs are the last you'll ever crawl between?”
Goddammit, this is what you get for sitting on your
thumbs for the last year. She should
already be wearing a damn ring. Now she
knows too much. She knows you.
Or did she?
Jon’s Jersey attitude edged out the insecurity that made
him feel like a pussy.
This relationship began at a time when he was a shell of his normal self, and had progressed into a honeymoon phase. For nearly two years, he'd been either needy, passive or content when she was around, content in the happiness that came along with it.
She had no real reason to know that needy and passive weren't his core traits. They were part of a phase that led to the contentment, but there was no mistake about it. Jon was still the same tenacious son of a bitch he’d been since the day he was born. Nothing had ever been handed to him on a silver platter. She was the only thing in this world he hadn’t had to fight for.
Until now.
She had no real reason to know that needy and passive weren't his core traits. They were part of a phase that led to the contentment, but there was no mistake about it. Jon was still the same tenacious son of a bitch he’d been since the day he was born. Nothing had ever been handed to him on a silver platter. She was the only thing in this world he hadn’t had to fight for.
Until now.
Cassidy was about to get her first hands-on experience
with his stubbornness.
“You want me to address those in any particular order? ‘Cause I got answers for all of it.”
“Baby doll, I’m not even sure the answers matter. Libby’s
been poisonin’ my mind lately, sayin’ marriage is what I want. That it’s what I’m entitled to. In all honesty, I’m not so sure it makes the
best sense. How ‘bout we just leave things
as they lay?”
Her quiet sigh only fed his determination.
“I love you too much for that,” he countered obstinately,
hooking fingers around Cassidy’s bicep to keep her from walking away. It was all or nothing.
Actually, it was all. He wouldn't settle for less.
Actually, it was all. He wouldn't settle for less.
“Jon-“
“No. I listened to
you last night. Tonight, you listen to
me.”
The words came out harsher than intended, a fact he realized when startled eyes flew wide. He didn’t care enough to try and take it back, but he did let his hand slide from her bicep. His mission was to eliminate her reservations, not bully her into marriage.
The words came out harsher than intended, a fact he realized when startled eyes flew wide. He didn’t care enough to try and take it back, but he did let his hand slide from her bicep. His mission was to eliminate her reservations, not bully her into marriage.
“Number one... my kids. Coincidentally enough, I talked to Jesse less than an hour ago. You can expect at least one apology call for the way they've treated you, and before you ask... no. I didn’t say a damn word to
any of them about being little shits. It
was your unwavering kindness that finally won them over, like I knew it
would. Jess was half-drunk on the whiskey you sent, which may explain why he was so willing to admit regret for his behavior. He and I both like who you make me, in case
you wondered. So, we good on that?”
Rosy lips were parted with surprise, but no sound emerged from
between them. Cassidy merely blinked up
at him and nodded.
“Good. Number two... there’s only so much I can do about us being ships that pass in the night. Touring and all that bullshit are part of my
life, but I’m damn sure done with coming ‘home’ to any house we don’t share. You don’t want to move to New York? Fine. I’ll make Nashville home
base and fly to the city as needed. Anything else you need on that topic?”
The blinking this time was faster and accompanied by the
knitting of a confused brow. "You’re…. You’ll
move to Nashville?”
“Yes.”
“My house or a new one?”
“As long as you call it ‘our house’, and you’re in it… I
don’t much give a fuck. Next subject?”
It might be his imagination or just the lack of decent
lighting, but he thought she looked pale when bobbing her head once.
“Number three... yours are the only legs I want to crawl between. I love
your pussy,” he informed her with zero tact or subtlety. “But make no mistake… I’d be fine never
sticking my dick in it again – or anybody else’s, as long as I have you. Sex is just sex. You’re everything.”
Lord, are you there?
Because I’m mightily confused and sure could use a nudge in the right
direction. I know marriage is a holy
institution, so you’re probably pro-ring as opposed to fanciful fornication,
but just in case there’s any question, could you chime in here?
“I know you love me,”
Jon surged on like a steam engine at full-throttle, taking a breathless Cassidy along for
the rest of the ride.
She’d watched him purposefully crush his uncertainty with the
weight of determination, and since then, he’d barely taken a breath. He was no longer the man with candles and
flowers, using pretty words to sway her.
He was dumping unrehearsed, unvarnished truth in her lap without
apology.
She would gladly accept both but refused to stand still
for the implication she was trying to hide her feelings.
“I never denied that.”
“Your heart belongs to me,” he clarified with
belligerence. “Along with every other
damn part of your body. You know it and
I know it, so just let me cover two square inches with a fucking ring.”
Cassidy’s head swam with the notions of what Jon wanted, what
Libby wanted for her, and what the world thought she should want. The only thing she didn’t see swimming in the
muddy creek of her thoughts was what she wanted.
That’s because it’s in your heart, not your head,
silly girl.
But, MeMaw. What if there comes a day when I don’t make
him happy?
Child, he’s the one responsible for his
happiness. You’re only responsible for your
own.
That thought and the way he leaned into her with such a
dark presence had Cassidy flashing back to a long-ago morning in another hotel
room. She was pinned against the door,
trying to comprehend why he wanted her to come back for a repeat of their
one-night stand.
“I’m not in the habit of
explaining myself.” The low voice wasn’t meant to be menacing, just
potent. “I want you. You wanna know more than that, figure out a
way to persuade me tonight.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Brooding Jon is sexy. Happy Jon is beautiful. This… This…
aggressive Jon is panty meltin’.
His aggression was no less
panty-melting today than it had been then and brought with it a much-needed reminder. Something her dead grandmother knew better than she did.
Cassidy had never sought to make Jon happy. Maybe she'd sought to make him smile a time or two, but that was later. From the very beginning, he'd been drawn to some part of her that was just... her, with no effort required. That meant she didn't save his life or resuscitate his happiness.
He’d done that for himself. Because, just like love, those were personal choices, and Jon knew how to make them.
He’d done that for himself. Because, just like love, those were personal choices, and Jon knew how to make them.
She had the ability and duty to identify and pursue her own happiness, instead of hitching her contentment to his. Cassidy was only responsible for only her own choices, just like MeMaw said.
I choose you.
Choices that included Jon Bon Jovi, the promise of forever... and a ring.
I choose you.
Choices that included Jon Bon Jovi, the promise of forever... and a ring.
“Tell me about the ring,” she whispered,
reaching for the fist that still held it.
The fierce set of his jaw
slipped just a little, and his eyes were just a tiny bit wary, but he didn’t
fight her. Thumb and forefinger angled so
that light glinted against the twisted gold band and each facet of the
understated diamond that sat atop it.
“The, uh…”
He cleared his throat, and Cassidy caught a glimpse of returning uncertainty, but he didn't allow it to take hold. Jon righted his jaw and pushed the ring out so she could get a closer look.
“The band is actually one of my guitar strings twisted around itself. It was on the Tak when you and sang together that first night in the recording studio. I gave Tamara a piece of your Confederate gold that she melted and used to coat the string and setting. The diamond is your grandmother's. Libby gave it to me a while back, in case I ever needed it.”
He cleared his throat, and Cassidy caught a glimpse of returning uncertainty, but he didn't allow it to take hold. Jon righted his jaw and pushed the ring out so she could get a closer look.
“The band is actually one of my guitar strings twisted around itself. It was on the Tak when you and sang together that first night in the recording studio. I gave Tamara a piece of your Confederate gold that she melted and used to coat the string and setting. The diamond is your grandmother's. Libby gave it to me a while back, in case I ever needed it.”
This time the tears were more
than a mist. They were fat, wet crocodile
tears that immediately raced down her cheeks.
The man had millions of dollars and any number of jewelers at his disposal. It would've taken no effort to acquire a "perfect" specimen of jewelry that would dazzle the world.
But he didn’t do that.
He took the time to visit a little no-name artisan shop in Nashville, where they would make her perfect jewelry. Something more precious than a mine full of diamonds.
Tamara's welcome at my house any time.
The man had millions of dollars and any number of jewelers at his disposal. It would've taken no effort to acquire a "perfect" specimen of jewelry that would dazzle the world.
But he didn’t do that.
He took the time to visit a little no-name artisan shop in Nashville, where they would make her perfect jewelry. Something more precious than a mine full of diamonds.
Tamara's welcome at my house any time.
“What else did she make?”
"I hope I'm not jinxing the shit out of this, but..." He leaned
to one side, digging in the opposite pocket and displaying the contents in his
open palm. “Wedding bands. More Confederate gold and tulip poplar, which she
says is the Tennessee state tree. The
inlays are another one of my guitar strings.”
They were gorgeous even
through the fresh spill of tears, but not as gorgeous as the soul of the man holding
them.
The one who tucked all three rings
in one hand so he could use the other to wipe away the rivulets of emotion. “I was kind of assuming
you’d say yes.”
She gave a watery laugh and held out her left hand. “As you so eloquently pointed out, my finger belongs to you. So put a fucking ring on it, already.”
He didn’t have to be told
twice, and the twisted guitar string slid
over her knuckle without hesitation.
The metal hadn't had the chance to warm against her skin before Jon was crushing Cassidy to his chest, and breathing in her ear, “I love you, Dixie. All you have to do is trust me. I swear to God, I’ll choose you every damn day.”
The metal hadn't had the chance to warm against her skin before Jon was crushing Cassidy to his chest, and breathing in her ear, “I love you, Dixie. All you have to do is trust me. I swear to God, I’ll choose you every damn day.”
A sob caught in her throat, clogging her ability to anything but cry harder. She boo-hooed into the front of his shirt while clutching the back, as though he was the only thing that stood between life and death. As though he was the one saving her.
And maybe he was, in a way.
And maybe he was, in a way.
This was more than a simple engagement. This was her happily-ever-after - complete with castles, clouds, Confederate history, a music career, love, laughter,
happiness and the promise of forever.
She might’ve even released the
stranglehold on her beloved independence.
Just for tonight.
“Hey, Dix?” her fiancé murmured
when the sobs had subsided to ugly sniffles.
“What, baby doll?”
“About that duet…”
Cassidy knew her makeup was a sight and that she probably resembled a bereaved raccoon, but it didn't stop her from leaning back to give him a suspicious look “What about it?”
“You know the words to ‘Diamond
Ring’?”
Lord, it’s me again, just
stoppin’ by to say thank Ya for every little thing You do. Wouldn’t be quite fittin' to ask anything else
of You when I have so much and others have so little, so I'm gonna give you a Glory Star vacation of sorts. I’ll keep checkin’ in from time to time but
for now, if You keep Jon safe... I’ll
take the wheel on everything else.