I Agreed To Be Her Fake Date For One Night — Then Her Toxic Ex Showed Up
Part 3
Tyler Brooks wiped his hands on a grease-stained rag, staring at the ninety-one-year-old woman sitting in the passenger seat of the broken-down Buick.
The garage was quiet, save for the steady rhythm of rain drumming against the metal roof.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, gray and unrelenting, the kind of day that made Maple Falls feel smaller than it already was.
Tyler was thirty-two, a man who preferred the predictable mechanics of engines to the messy complications of people.
He owned this three-bay garage, lived in a quiet apartment upstairs, and spent his evenings with a dog named Hank who judged his life choices.
He had not expected his afternoon to involve a marriage proposal by proxy.
“My Megan needs a man exactly like you,” Brenda Higgins said, her voice as calm and clear as a ringing church bell.
She sat comfortably amidst the torn leather and lingering scent of old cigarette smoke in the Buick.
” You have steady hands, kind eyes, and you do not talk too much.”
Tyler looked over the hood of the car at Megan Foster.
Megan looked like she was actively praying for the concrete floor to split open and swallow them both.
She was wearing a tailored navy dress and bright yellow rain boots, a stark contrast that somehow perfectly captured the chaos of her life.
Her dark hair, usually pinned in a flawless knot, was slipping loose from a silver clip.
She gripped the strap of her leather purse so tightly her knuckles were white.
“Grandma, please,” Megan said, her cheeks burning a vivid, unmistakable pink.
” You absolutely cannot shop for husbands at the local auto shop.”
“I am not shopping,” Brenda replied without missing a beat, adjusting her silk scarf.
” I am recognizing quality when it is standing right in front of me.”
Under normal circumstances, Tyler would have laughed politely, handed them the printed repair estimate, and retreated to his office.
He had spent the last two years actively avoiding anything resembling romance.
His ex-fiancée had left him just months before their wedding, taking their honeymoon fund and running off with a man who sold luxury boats.
Since then, Tyler had kept his world intentionally small.
Oil changes, brake pads, hot coffee, dog food, and sleep.
That was the rhythm of his existence, and it was safe.
But there was something about Megan Foster that made it difficult to look away.
Everybody in Maple Falls knew Megan.
She ran Wildflower Hall, the historic event space down on Sixth Street.
If there was a wedding, a retirement dinner, or a disastrous family reunion happening in the county, Megan was the one organizing it.
She was sharp, tirelessly reliable, and always wore a polished smile that people used when they could not afford to fall apart.
Tyler had seen her single-handedly carry heavy folding chairs after a three-hour charity gala, still finding the grace to thank the teenager who held the door for her.
That kind of quiet strength always caught his attention.
“Mrs. Higgins,” Tyler said gently, leaning against the cold metal of the Buick.
” I am incredibly flattered, but I strongly suspect your granddaughter might have her own opinions on that subject.”
“My granddaughter has entirely too many opinions,” Brenda stated firmly, tapping her cane against the floorboard.
” That is exactly why she is still single at her age.”
Megan closed her eyes in pure, unadulterated defeat.
Tyler had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop a smile from breaking across his face.
“I am single by choice,” Megan said, her voice tight but unwavering.
Her grandmother patted the dusty dashboard of the car.
” So is my cat, dear, but that certainly does not make it a wise decision.”
A laugh finally slipped out of Tyler before he could stop it.
The sound echoed loudly in the cavernous garage.
Megan opened one eye, fixing him with a sharp glare, and pointed a finger directly at his chest.
“Do not encourage her, Tyler,” she warned.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied, though the amusement was clear in his eyes.
Megan’s mouth twitched into a small, fragile smile.
It was barely there, a fleeting break in her polished armor, but it hit Tyler much harder than it should have.
He was still smiling when Brenda leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially.
“Tyler, my birthday dinner is this coming Saturday.”
Megan’s face changed instantly, the small smile vanishing entirely.
” Grandma, absolutely not.”
“She has been telling the entire family that she is bringing someone,” Brenda continued, completely ignoring her granddaughter’s rising panic.
“No, I most certainly have not,” Megan argued.
“Well, you should.”
Brenda sniffed dismissively.
” Your cousin Jessica is bringing that terrible dentist with the tiny hands.”
Megan let out a frustrated sound from the back of her throat.
” Why on earth are his hands relevant to anything?”
“Because he waves them around when he talks, like nervous little birds,” Brenda said with utter disdain.
Tyler coughed loudly into his fist to cover another laugh.
Megan glared at him again, but there was less heat in it this time.
She looked exhausted, worn down by a lifelong battle of wills with her family.
Then, Brenda’s expression softened in a way that made the entire garage feel unnervingly quiet.
“They pick at her,” Brenda said, looking directly into Tyler’s eyes with piercing clarity.
” At every single family dinner, her mother, her aunt, that smug cousin with the teeth man.
They all gang up on her.”
She paused, letting the heavy silence stretch between them.
” They always ask why she works so much, why no man ever stays, and why she wasted so many good years on Craig.”
The name landed badly in the quiet space.
Megan’s shoulders stiffened instinctively, and her gaze dropped sharply to the concrete floor.
Tyler knew enough about Craig Davies.
Everyone in this town did.
Craig had a big, charming smile, an impossibly expensive watch, and a talent for making people believe whatever he wanted.
He had left Megan just two weeks before their wedding, completely blindsiding her.
Worse, he had somehow convinced half the town that she had simply been too difficult to love.
Tyler’s grip tightened around the heavy steel wrench in his hand until his knuckles ached.
Megan saw the movement, and something unspoken passed between them.
It felt quick, surprised, and inconveniently intimate.
“I am so sorry,” Megan said far too fast, her voice trembling slightly.
” She is just very tired, it has been an incredibly long day.”
“I am old,” Brenda corrected her smoothly.
” I am not tired.”
Megan stepped closer to the Buick, lowering her voice to a desperate plea.
” Grandma, please stop this right now.”
But the old woman was not looking at her granddaughter anymore.
She was looking at Tyler, studying him like she could see all the lonely parts of him he kept locked away behind the office door.
“You are a good man, Tyler Brooks,” Brenda said quietly, her voice losing its previous edge.
” And my Megan desperately needs one good night where nobody in that house makes her feel unwanted.”
The shop went completely still again.
The only sound was the rain continuing its steady tapping against the open bay doors.
Megan stared fixedly at the floor, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Tyler recognized that posture immediately.
He knew exactly what dignity looked like when it was hanging by a single, fraying thread.
He had seen it in proud men who could not afford to pay for their car repairs, in exhausted mothers pretending a blown transmission was not the absolute end of the world.
Now, he saw it in Megan Foster.
She could command a room full of hundreds of strangers with flawless grace, but she could not stop her own family from making her feel small.
Tyler slowly set the heavy wrench down on the wooden workbench.
He wiped his hands one last time.
” I can definitely fix the Buick by Friday,” he said evenly.
Brenda smiled, a slow, triumphant expression.
” That is not what I asked you.”
Megan’s eyes flew up to meet his, wide and filled with pure panic.
For one wild, breathless second, neither of them moved.
Then, she stepped around the front of the broken car, coming close enough that he could smell the fresh rain in her hair and the sweet vanilla from her untouched coffee.
“Tyler,” she whispered, her voice barely rising above a breath.
” I need you to say yes.”
There were many questions a man expected to answer in an auto shop.
Questions about cost, timelines, and engine safety were routine.
Being asked to pretend to be a fake date at a ninety-one-year-old woman’s birthday dinner so a beautiful woman’s family would stop treating her like a cautionary tale was not one of them.
Megan stood incredibly close, close enough that Tyler could see the tiny, brilliant gold flecks in her dark brown eyes.
Panic lived there, the quiet, desperate kind that had been neatly folded and hidden away for years.
“You do not have to,” she whispered quickly, as if regretting the bold request the second the words left her mouth.
” Forget I even said that, this is entirely ridiculous.”
“It is not ridiculous,” Tyler said steadily, surprised by how sure his own voice sounded.
Megan’s laugh came out brittle and sharp.
” It is extremely ridiculous, Tyler.”
From the passenger seat of the Buick, Brenda cleared her throat loudly.
” It is only ridiculous if he says no.”
Megan turned toward the car, her frustration finally boiling over.
” You are not helping the situation, Grandma.”
“I am helping your future happiness,” Brenda shot back immediately.
“You are committing emotional fraud,” Megan argued.
“At my age, I prefer efficiency over prolonged drama,” Brenda replied serenely.
Tyler leaned back against the sturdy workbench and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to project a calm he did not entirely feel.
” What am I actually agreeing to here?”
he asked.
Megan blinked in absolute shock, her mouth parting slightly.
” You are actually considering this?”
“I just asked a question.”
Her grandmother gave a deeply satisfied hum and settled further back into the torn leather seat, looking like a queen on a very dusty throne.
Megan reached up and rubbed both hands over her face, ruining her perfect makeup.
For a second, the polished, professional event planner disappeared completely, leaving behind someone who was just exhausted and achingly human.
“Dinner,” Megan said quietly, dropping her hands.
” Saturday evening at six o’clock at my mother’s house.
You would come with me, eat an overcooked roast, answer a few highly invasive questions, and then we would leave.
That is it.”
“That is most certainly not it,” Brenda interrupted sharply.
Megan pointed a finger at her grandmother without even turning around to look at her.
” That is absolutely it.”
“She needs you to look remarkably fond of her,” Brenda added, completely ignoring the pointing finger.
Tyler almost choked on his own breath.
” Fond?”
“Grandma, please stop talking,” Megan begged, her cheeks flushing crimson all over again.
” You can just be yourself, Tyler.”
“I have been compared to a tax auditor before,” Tyler admitted honestly.
That confession earned him another tiny, genuine smile from Megan.
It was a dangerous smile, one that made him want to be significantly funnier and much more charming than he actually was.
“Are there any specific details I should know?”
Tyler asked, shifting his weight.
” How long have we supposedly been dating?
Where did we meet?
Am I allergic to anything your mother might weaponize during the appetizer course?”
Megan stared at him for a long moment, then laughed for real.
It was not loud, and it did not last long, but it was incredibly real.
The sound loosened something tight and heavy in his chest that he had not even realized was there.
“We do not need a whole elaborate backstory,” Megan assured him.
Brenda snorted loudly from the car.
” Of course you do.
Her mother Susan has the terrifying instincts of a border collie mixed with a seasoned prosecutor.”
Megan sighed heavily, clearly defeated.
” Fine.
We met because of the broken Buick.”
“Very romantic,” Tyler noted dryly.
” It is highly believable.
Nothing says sweeping passion quite like a failing radiator.”
This time, she smiled down at the concrete floor before her expression turned serious once again.
” Tyler, before you officially agree to this, you should know that my family can be a lot to handle.”
“I have changed heavy transmissions in the middle of July with no air conditioning,” Tyler told her confidently.
” I can handle a lot.”
“My mother will undoubtedly ask you about your income.”
“I will simply tell her I am very rich in character.”
“My aunt will purposely mention Craig.”
“I will pretend I do not know where he lives.”
Megan’s eyes snapped up to meet his, and Tyler realized a second too late exactly what he had just said.
The air in the garage shifted immediately, growing heavy and thick.
Craig Davies was not just a bad memory for Megan.
He was an ugly, lingering bruise that everyone in her life kept pressing just to see if it still hurt her.
Megan swallowed hard, her throat bobbing.
” You know about that?”
“It is a small town,” Tyler said quietly, holding her gaze.
” People talk.”
“They talked wrong,” she whispered fiercely, her entire face turning guarded and deeply careful.
” You do not know me well enough to figure that out.”
“No,” Tyler said softly, his voice gentle but firm.
” But I know men exactly like him.”
For a long, stretched moment, the sound of the rain filled the heavy silence between them.
Brenda watched them both from the car with eyes much too sharp for a woman pretending to be a harmless elderly lady.
Megan was the first to look away, breaking the intense connection.
“It is just one dinner,” she said softly.
Tyler nodded slowly.
” Then yes.”
Her mouth parted in genuine shock.
” What?”
“Yes,” Tyler repeated clearly.
” I will go to dinner with you.”
By Saturday afternoon, Tyler found himself standing in his bedroom, having changed his shirt three different times.
His dog, Hank, watched from the edge of the bed with the weary disappointment of a creature who firmly believed denim was already formal wear.
“What?”
Tyler asked the dog.
Hank just sneezed in response.
“Very helpful,” Tyler muttered.
He finally settled on a crisp white button-down shirt that his sister Heather had aggressively ironed for him earlier that morning.
Heather had declared his first two wardrobe options as ‘mechanic attending a funeral’ and ‘divorced youth pastor’.
Now, she stood in his open doorway with her arms folded securely across her chest, studying him like a vehicle that might still make a troubling engine noise.
“You really like her,” Heather said, stating it as a simple fact.
“I barely even know her,” Tyler replied defensively as he carefully buttoned his cuff.
” It is just one dinner.
I am simply helping her out.”
Heather’s face softened, losing some of its teasing edge.
” Just make sure you know whether you are actually helping her or just hiding behind her.”
Tyler looked at his sister, momentarily speechless.
He did not have a good answer for that, so he grabbed the small bouquet of white lilies from the kitchen counter and left the apartment before she could read too much more into his expression.
Megan opened the front door of her house on Alder Street at exactly five forty-two.
For one breathtaking second, Tyler completely forgot he was holding the flowers.
She was wearing a soft green dress, simple and elegant, the kind that made her brown eyes look incredibly warm and her underlying nerves much more obvious.
Her dark hair was down, falling in soft waves around her shoulders.
There was no event planner armor, no polished professional smile.
It was just Megan.
“You actually came,” she breathed, her voice laced with profound relief.
“I said I would,” Tyler replied simply, offering her the bouquet.
Her gaze dropped to the flowers, and something incredibly fragile moved across her features.
” You really did not have to bring those.”
“Your grandmother gave me highly classified intelligence regarding your preferences,” Tyler admitted with a small grin.
“Of course she did,” Megan sighed, though a smile tugged at her lips.
The drive to her mother’s house took exactly twelve minutes.
Megan spent six of those minutes intensely explaining her family dynamics, sounding like a tactical commander preparing a rookie for a hostile hostage negotiation.
Her mother, Susan, valued appearances above all else.
Her Aunt Nancy asked questions that sounded perfectly friendly until you realized you were bleeding.
Her cousin Jessica deeply enjoyed winning things that were not actually contests.
Susan’s sprawling house was bright, aggressively expensive, and kept cold enough to preserve meat.
Cars already lined the long, sweeping driveway.
Through the massive front window, Tyler could see people moving around with crystal wine glasses and looks of casual judgment.
Before Megan could even raise her hand to knock, the heavy front door swung open.
A woman draped in pearls looked Tyler up and down with terrifying surgical precision.
“Megan, you are late,” Susan said immediately, her tone clipping the air.
“We are exactly three minutes early, Mom,” Megan corrected her softly.
Susan’s sharp eyes returned to Tyler, dissecting his choice of shirt.
” And this is?”
Megan’s fingers brushed against Tyler’s hand hesitantly.
He did not hesitate.
He took her hand in his, not dramatically, not possessively, but just enough to ground her.
“Tyler Brooks,” he said, offering Susan a polite nod.
” It is very nice to meet you.”
Her mother noticed their securely joined hands, and her perfectly painted smile sharpened like a blade.
” How incredibly unexpected.”
The evening began with a round of stiff, polite introductions and ended within twenty minutes exactly where Megan had predicted it would.
Over an overly complicated salad course, Aunt Nancy leaned forward and asked if Tyler actually owned the garage or if he just worked there as hired help.
Jessica tilted her head, her smile entirely fake, and asked exactly how long this sudden romance had been going on.
Tyler was just about to deliver a perfectly crafted response when the dining room went completely, suffocatingly silent.
The heavy front door had opened, and the one man Megan never wanted to see again walked casually inside.
Craig Davies leaned against the dining room doorframe with the lazy, arrogant confidence of someone who had never been properly punched in the jaw.
“Well,” Craig said smoothly, his eyes scanning the room.
” This is certainly new.”
Megan’s fingers went completely ice cold inside Tyler’s hand.
Tyler leaned closer to her, dropping his voice so low that only she could possibly hear the words.
“You do not owe him a single inch,” Tyler murmured.
Her breath caught sharply in her throat.
Slowly, deliberately, she sat taller in her chair, pulling her shoulders back.
Craig walked fully into the room and poured himself a glass of expensive red wine without asking anyone’s permission.
He took a slow sip, his eyes fixed firmly on Megan.
“Megan, you look really good,” Craig said, a condescending smirk playing on his lips.
“She does,” Tyler agreed loudly, his voice cutting through the tension.
Craig’s smile flicked toward Tyler, dripping with obvious disdain.
” And you are?”
“The man sitting with her,” Tyler replied evenly, not breaking eye contact.
Aunt Nancy made a delighted, scandalous little noise in the back of her throat, sounding exactly like someone who had just dropped a lit match near a pool of gasoline.
Craig laughed, swirling the dark wine in his glass with practiced ease.
“Ah, that is incredibly vague,” Craig noted mockingly.
“So are apologies from men who do not actually mean them,” Tyler shot back, his voice deceptively calm.
The entire room went dead silent.
The clinking of silverware stopped completely.
Megan stared at Tyler, her eyes wide with absolute shock.
Tyler wondered for a fleeting second if he had just gone entirely too far and detonated the entire family dinner before the main course even arrived.
Then, at the head of the table, Brenda lifted her crystal water glass in a grand, mocking toast.
“To Tyler,” Brenda announced loudly.
” A man who clearly has excellent hearing and even better instincts.”
Susan looked absolutely horrified by her mother’s outburst.
Jessica looked highly entertained, clearly loving the unfolding drama.
Craig just looked deeply annoyed that someone had dared to challenge his narrative.
But Megan looked at Tyler like he had just handed her back a vital piece of herself she thought was gone forever.
Her voice was surprisingly steady and remarkably clear when she finally spoke.
” Craig, if you are planning on staying for dinner, do not speak to me like we are friends.”
Craig’s face instantly flushed an angry, mottled red.
For the very first time all night, nobody else at the table had absolutely anything to say.
Under the safety of the table, Megan’s trembling hand found Tyler’s again.
This time, she gripped it tightly and did not let go.
Dinner quickly devolved into a bitter battlefield poorly disguised as a polite family meal.
Forks scraped aggressively against delicate porcelain plates.
Wine was poured much too quickly by everyone involved.
Susan wore the strained expression of a woman actively watching her beloved dining room catch fire while her guests complimented the sudden warmth.
Craig leaned aggressively back in his chair, his jaw tight with poorly concealed irritation.
” I was only being polite by greeting you, Megan,” he muttered defensively.
“No,” Megan said clearly, her voice echoing in the quiet room.
” You were actively testing whether I would still make myself smaller just to keep the room perfectly comfortable for you.”
The profound silence that followed her statement had real, physical weight to it.
Tyler looked at her proudly, and so did every single member of her family.
Megan’s hand was still trembling slightly in his, but her voice did not shake at all.
“I am not doing that anymore,” she declared firmly.
Craig pushed his heavy wooden chair back with a loud, grating scrape.
” I do not need to deal with this.”
“No,” Megan agreed softly.
” You usually leave right before the consequences of your actions arrive.”
His face went bright red with fury, and for a terrifying second, Tyler thought Craig might snap back with something incredibly cruel.
Tyler felt his own muscles tense instantly, his body preparing to stand up and physically intervene.
Every instinct he possessed hated men who routinely mistook a woman’s restraint for fundamental weakness.
But Craig only glared at them, turned on his heel, and grabbed his expensive coat from the hallway hook.
At the doorway, he paused, turning back to sneer one last time.
“Good luck with the town mechanic,” Craig spat.
Megan smiled then.
It was not a sweet smile, nor was it polite.
It was wildly, undeniably victorious.
“Thank you,” she said brightly.
” He actually knows how to fix what he breaks.”
Craig stormed out, and the heavy front door slammed shut behind him with a thunderous echo.
Then, from the head of the table, Brenda began a slow, steady, incredibly loud clap.
Would Susan finally realize how deeply toxic this environment was, or was Megan about to face the terrifying wrath of her own mother?
The answer came softly.
Susan stared at the closed door for a very long time, her perfectly manicured hands trembling over her untouched salad.
She finally looked at her daughter, really looked at her, perhaps for the first time in years.
“I did not realize he spoke to you like that,” Susan whispered, her voice cracking.
“He always spoke to me like that, Mom,” Megan replied gently.
” You just preferred not to hear it because his family had money.”
Aunt Nancy gasped loudly, but Susan held up a single, commanding hand, silencing her sister instantly.
The polished, unyielding matriarch seemed to deflate right before their eyes.
She reached across the expensive linen tablecloth and carefully covered Megan’s hand with her own.
“I am so incredibly sorry,” Susan said, and for the first time all evening, she sounded entirely genuine.
The rest of the dinner passed in a surreal, strangely peaceful haze.
There were no more passive-aggressive questions about Tyler’s income or his career aspirations.
Jessica remained unusually quiet, chewing her roast beef thoughtfully.
When Brenda demanded that Tyler walk her out to the porch for some fresh air, nobody dared to argue with her.
The cool autumn air felt amazing after the suffocating tension of the dining room.
Brenda leaned heavily on her wooden cane, looking out over the manicured lawn with a deeply satisfied smile.
“You did remarkably well in there, Tyler Brooks,” Brenda noted, her eyes twinkling in the dim porch light.
“I barely did anything at all,” Tyler admitted honestly.
” Megan fought her own battle.”
“Yes, she certainly did,” Brenda agreed softly.
” But she needed someone completely solid standing beside her so she could finally remember how to fight.”
Before Tyler could respond to that profound observation, the heavy front door creaked open.
Megan stepped out onto the porch, wrapping a soft shawl tightly around her shoulders against the evening chill.
She looked exhausted, but lighter, as if a massive physical weight had been permanently lifted from her chest.
“Grandma, Mom is looking for you,” Megan said.
“How incredibly convenient,” Brenda murmured.
” I suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to go eat a large piece of cake.”
The elderly woman slipped quietly back inside the house, leaving Tyler and Megan alone in the cool, quiet darkness.
The golden light from the dining room window spilled out across the wooden floorboards, illuminating the soft, nervous smile on Megan’s face.
“Thank you,” Megan whispered into the quiet night.
“You really do not need to thank me,” Tyler said, stepping a little closer to her.
“Yes, I do,” she insisted, looking up into his eyes.
” You did not have to defend me to him, but you did.”
“I could not just sit there and let him talk to you like that,” Tyler admitted, his voice rough.
Megan reached out, her fingers gently brushing against his arm.
The simple touch sent a sudden jolt of electricity straight through his chest.
The air around them changed completely, becoming charged and deeply honest in a way neither of them had agreed to when this fake date began.
“This whole thing was originally supposed to be fake,” Megan whispered, her eyes searching his face.
“I know,” Tyler replied softly, his heart kicking hard against his ribs.
” But it really did not feel fake in there.”
“No,” she agreed, her breath hitching slightly.
” It did not.”
She rose slowly onto her toes and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.
It was brief, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken promises.
Tyler closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of her touch, realizing in that exact moment that he was completely and utterly lost.
After that explosive night, absolutely nothing magically became simple.
Real life rarely works that way.
Megan and Tyler had to learn how to navigate each other without the dramatic backdrop of an audience.
They shared awkward coffees that turned into hours of deep conversation, took quiet walks through the changing autumn leaves, and endured one truly terrible bowling date where they both realized they were hopelessly unathletic.
Tyler learned that Megan hummed softly under her breath when she was organizing complex spreadsheets.
Megan learned that Tyler routinely talked to stubborn engines as if they were temperamental horses.
Hank the dog learned to adore Megan almost immediately, which felt like a massive betrayal to Tyler until she started bringing the dog expensive bacon-flavored biscuits.
Susan genuinely tried to be better.
She was sometimes incredibly clumsy about it, and she still cared far too much about what the neighbors thought, but she actively tried to listen to her daughter.
Megan finally learned how to say no to unreasonable demands without feeling the need to explain herself three different ways.
Brenda, naturally, claimed full and total credit for all of this progress and aggressively demanded regular updates on their romantic life.
By the following spring, the old Buick was running better than it had in twenty long years.
Brenda adamantly refused to let absolutely anyone else drive it.
One warm Saturday evening, Wildflower Hall glowed brightly with hundreds of strung fairy lights for the town’s annual spring dance.
Tyler stood outside under a massive, blooming lilac tree, watching Megan laugh at something her grandmother had just said.
She was barefoot in the soft grass, holding her high heels in one hand, looking more beautiful and relaxed than he had ever seen her.
Tyler had a small velvet box sitting heavily in his jacket pocket.
His hands were always perfectly steady when working on complex transmissions, intricate brake lines, or cracked radiators.
They shook violently as he reached out and took her hand in his.
Megan saw the intense look on his face and went completely, breathlessly still.
Behind her, Brenda dramatically covered her mouth with both hands, her sharp eyes shining with unshed tears.
Tyler dropped slowly to one knee in the damp grass before the remarkable woman who had never actually needed saving.
She had only ever needed someone willing to stand firmly beside her while she remembered her own incredible strength.
“Megan Foster,” Tyler said, his voice incredibly rough with emotion.
” I was only supposed to be your fake date for one highly stressful dinner.”
She laughed brightly through sudden, happy tears.
“But I would very much like to be the man who gets to come home to you for the rest of my life,” Tyler finished, pulling the sparkling ring from his pocket.
From the sidelines, Brenda leaned incredibly close to her granddaughter’s ear, speaking just loud enough for Tyler to hear.
” Please say yes, dear.”
Megan looked down at Tyler, smiling with the radiant beauty of a sunrise after a long, dark storm.
” Yes,” she whispered fiercely.
” A thousand times, yes.”
When Tyler slid the ring onto her finger, the fully repaired Buick sat proudly at the curb behind them, polished and purring quietly.
The woman who had started it all cried genuine, happy tears beneath the blooming lilacs.
THE END
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