The color leached from Tucker’s face, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the back of the empty chair in front of him. Madison shot him a frantic look.
“After six magical months together, I asked Tansy a very important question.” Gemma reached for Tansy’s hand. She turned it over and brushed a featherlight kiss against the fragile skin of Tansy’s wrist. “Tansy, here, has agreed to marry me.”