Okay, so technically today’s topic is City as a Setting, but considering what I write, I couldn’t resist changing it up a little. A well-written setting can take on a life and affect a scene as surely as a character. A fancy mansion, an ancient manor, or a house with secret passages and maybe even a ghost. The area around as well–life in a small town moves at a different pace than in a big city. (Although I could do a blog post dispelling the myth that you know all your neighbors in a country/small town setting.) Anyway, for today’s topic, I immediately thought of Sam chasing after Rosie on the New York City streets in Perfect Proposal…
Despite Sam’s command, the chauffeur swerved to the curb. Rosie opened the door before the limo had come to a complete stop. Tires squealed and horns blew and traffic snarled around them and snow swirled into the once warm limo.
“Rosie, wait, let me explain.” He clambered to the other side of the car in an effort to stop her climbing out. “Rosie, I want to marry you.”
She batted his hands away. “You don’t want to marry me. You just like screwing me.”
With a curse, he told the driver to meet them a block down and if he hadn’t convinced her to get back into the car by then, to follow until she did. By the time he turned to follow her, she’d marched at least a hundred yards ahead, weaving around the pedestrians, never stopping with her steady stream of curses in Spanish, cursing both him, his friends, his intentions, and the layer of snow that had accumulated during the day that sent the fancy heels she’d decided to wear sliding over the icy pavement.
Despite the gravity of the moment, he had to chuckle while he hurried to catch her. Back home she rarely reverted to Spanish, but after one day around her family, her accent was back with a vengeance.
After she’d launched into a long harangue about his parents’ marriage or possible lack thereof, the invective finally slowed. Deciding she’d worked off her head of steam so she might actually listen to him, he closed the distance between them and touched her shoulder. “Rosie, hang on for a minute and listen to me. Please.”
She stopped so quickly he nearly ran into her, took a breath then turned to face him. Snowflakes settled on her hair, bright white against the dark black, glistening in the street lights like a halo. God, she was so beautiful even when she was pissed at him.
When he opened his mouth to speak, she held up a hand to stop him. “No, it’s fine. I thought we were somewhere we’re not. Don’t worry about me. I’ll take the subway home.”
Fuck that. Home was not on the New York City subway. Not anymore. Her home was in D.C. With him.
When she started to turn away again, he clamped his hands on her shoulders stopping her. “Rosie, listen to me. I want to marry you.”
“Bullshit. You were ready to bolt when I mentioned it.”
“You surprised me, that’s all. I was fixin’ to ask you in the hotel tonight. Honest.” A flake of snow affixed itself to her eyelash and he brushed his thumb lightly over her eyes to remove it.
She caught his hand and held it away from her. “Sam, please. You don’t have to pretend.”
“I’m not pretending, baby.”
“Then explain why you reacted the way you just did. Because I don’t want you to propose to me because you feel obligated.”
“Obligated? Damn it, Rosie. I’ve been trying to propose to you for the past three months. I was fixin’ to propose to you during our trip to Hawaii but that trip got cancelled because of that mess with Chad. Then I figured I’d do it when he got back but then…”
“But then he got shot.” The suspicion that had filled her voice faded. “Then you got called to San Francisco for that contract negotiation.”
“Yeah, and by the time I got back, I figured I’d take you to Paris this week and propose there, but then you said you made arrangements to come to New York for your mom’s birthday and…damn it, Rosie, I didn’t want to wait any longer and have anything else get in the way. But I also didn’t want to propose in front your family.”
if you haven’t read this series—Get To It—you’re missing out! Lots of danger, lust, excitement, and super-hot sex. ~ Dawn, Day Dreaming Book Reviews
Screw it. His plans had just been shot to hell. He wasn’t going to be able to propose in their suite at the Waldorf. There wouldn’t be candlelight and flowers and champagne; he was going to have to do this on the corner of Forty Ninth and Third Avenue. Not the most romantic place for a proposal, but he was going to make damned well sure she believed him. Right here. Right now.
Ignoring the pedestrians skirting around them and the few who stopped to watch, ignoring the honking horns of the cabs, he lowered himself to one knee. The slush soaked through the fabric in an icy grip, not to mention the pavement was fucking hard. His knee was gonna hurt like a sonovabitch if he had to be down here for too long, but if he was going to do this, he was going to do it properly.
He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out the small blue box and flipped it open to display the ring, though he tried to shield it from onlookers. Last thing he needed was to get robbed. Though the locals strode past, not sparing them a glance, a half dozen tourists from the cameras slung around their necks stopped to watch, three of them holding up cameras, the rest cell phones.
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