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"I want you to find the ," she ordered him

"Of course"

They drove for a while Tate stewed in the back seat, glaring out theFucking Sanders Fucking Jaet over it When she’d been a little girl and had i to her, it certainly hadn’t been like how Ja, not a with a prenup Proposing down on one knee, not by dropping a contract on her Proposing with poetic prose, not legal jargon Proposing with …,

Ja But he proposed Jameson Kane just proposed to me Jameson Kane wants to marry me Jameson Kane wants to spend the rest of his life with me Jameson Kane just proposed to me

"Sanders, pull over," she breathed

"Excuse me?" he asked

"Pull over," she said it louder

"Tatum, we are on a freeway, I can’t just -,"

"Pull over, or I’onna puke in this back seat"

Sanders pulled over, putting on the hazard lights as he sidled the car into an eer side and rolled down the , stuck her head outside She kept her htly closed

"Are you alright?" Sanders called out She waved a hand at hi up the

"Are you car sick?"

"No," she answered

"May I ask what the problem is?"

Tate opened her eyes Stared at the roof of the car Blinked back tears

"Did he really propose to me?" she whispered

"Yes Yes, he did," Sanders assured her

"Is it real? Are we really supposed to get married today?" she kept on with the questions

"Yes In three hours, actually," he told her, glancing at his watch

Tate started to cry