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than sorry. Any questions?”
    “Can we have dessert now?” Skylar asked, light e ning the mood innocently. Dom couldn’t help but grin. The boy reminded him so much of his father — a calm nature and a never - ending stomach. Jared was never one to get worked up often and had been th e calm to any storm they faced. Going into this mission without him was going to be tough for the whole team.
    “Yes, enough business talk. Girls, let’s see those cupcakes! Remember, Uncle Dom gets two!” Dom shot them a wink , getting giggles in return as they scurried excited ly to share their confections.
    The girls came back toting platters full of the bright pink cup cakes. One by one they handed them out, not hesitating to smack the hands of those who attempted to grab an extra as they passed. “I see Mrs. Sanders has been teaching you two her tricks , ” Michael snickered. Mrs. Sanders cranked her eyes at him with a subtle grin, bringing a blush to the old man’s face that didn’t go unnoticed.
    Once the girls were out of the room to fetch the next armload, Hulk chided with his voice lowered, “So, does this mean you two are finally coming out of the closet? Or, should I say, basement?”
    Michael managed to deepen into a deep crimson color. All eyes were on him, waiting for the confession they were all fully aware of. Hulk w asn’t the only one who had the m isfortune of hearing odd noises coming from Michael’s hide-a-way spot. And, as if that wasn’t enough, Kodiak and Bud had been spotted heaving a new pull out couch to replace the tiny love seat that had been down there for years. Supposedly, ‘the little couch didn’t have enough room to lounge comfortably.’ Which, in la y m a n terms, meant uncomfortable for two. As the silence drew on, Michael’s lips curled into a huge grin.
    “Don’t be disrespectful , boys. It’s no secret that Marg aret and I have been…courting… for some time now. She is an amazing woman.” He reached his hand over and placed it on hers in a public claim.
    “Don’t lie to the kids, Michael. Yes. We’re together, and will be sharing living quarters as soon as he gets the nerve to put a ring on my finger.” She smiled sweetly, watching as the room gawked in shock. The women all grew excited, immediately falling into chatter of wedding plans. Before they could get goin g and fly away with it, Michael’s voice cut them off.
    “I guess it’s a good thing I bought this then.” He stood and withdrew something out of his pocket, moving around to kneel beside her chair. Everyone went silent. Even the girls who had returned with the rest of the cupcakes stopped and watched, hushing Skyler when he went to ask for another.
    Mrs. Sanders watched patiently, radiating so much joy she shook. Like a true gentleman, Michael took her hand and kissed it. “Margaret Sanders, I have been carrying this thing around in my pocket for the past month, waiting for the right time to present it. And, just like you pushed me to change from the grumpy lost man I was, you gave me the shove I needed to get down here where I should have been the day I bought it. You’ve taken the misery out of my life and gave me love. Your patience and strength has made me see the man I want to be. I owe you my life, and offer what little time I have left. Will you do this old coot the honor of being my wife?”
    Margaret’s eyes rimmed with tears, but her smile said it all. The composed woman who a lways held it together now fought to find herself. In a sweet choked voice, she said, “I would be honored to.” She stood and pulled him to his feet, laying the hottest kiss on him the group had ever seen. They stood and joined them, applauding and giving their congratulatory hugs and handshakes before they finally sat , continuing with the special des s ert to celebrate them.

Chapter Two
     
    Vice tossed and turned, finding it impossible to sleep. The haunting bright red numbers flipped once again, showing 2:08 a.m. With