Dan Lazar, her fiance--without an é because he hadn't formally proposed--rolled onto his side. Earnest brown eyes searched her face. "Kate."
"Mmmm?" She lay on her back, watching helicopter seeds on the sugar maple twirl above her.
"Kate, I've got something for you." He dangled a snazzy box above her head.
She sat up, palms sweaty, stomach lurching. "Dan?" She clumsily opened the box, inside sat a moonbeam ring, a griffin etched into the band.
His lips twitched, holding back a smirk. "You reacher!" She punched him, pushed the ring onto her first finger. They collapsed back laughing.
I'm not sure what helicopter seeds are, but I find it hilarious that the idea of a proposal from Dan Lazar makes your stomach lurch.
Boy oh boy do I hope Dan thinks this is funny, or my AAR dues are going to mysteriously quadruple.