A few months later, the group found themselves on Ben's new property. A huge estate. Not house. Estate.

Riley and Sierra walked hand in hand down the path next to Abigail and Ben, who were also holding hands, as Riley ended his phone conversation. "Yeah. You got it, chief. Thank you. Bye. They want us in Cairo next week for the opening of the exhibit. They're sending a private jet."

"That's fun!" Abigail said happily.

"Yeah, big whoop. We could have had a whole fleet of private jets. Ten percent, Ben. They offered you ten percent and you turned it down."

"Riley, we've been over this," Ben laughed. "It was too much. I couldn't accept it!"

"I still have this splinter that's been festering for three months from an old piece of wood!"

"Okay, I'll tell you what. Next time we find a treasure that redefines history for all mankind, you make the call on the finder's fee."

"This guy is funny. What do you care? You got a girl…and I got mine." He turned to Sierra and placed his warm lips on hers.

"You do, don't you?" Sierra said. "Does that mean you'll stop complaining?"

"Whatever. Enjoy your spoils…while I sit on one percent." He jumped into his bright red Ferrari sitting in Ben's long driveway.

"One stinkin' percent. Half of one percent, actually!"

"Alright, Debbie Downer, time to go," Sierra smiled. She turned to Abigail. "Abby, this has just all been incredible. I'm quite popular down at the nurses' station."

"Is it weird working as a nurse in D.C.? It's quite a far-cry from Portland."

"It was, but I'm getting used to it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm in for a promotion soon."

"That's wonderful news!"

The two women hugged. "I love you, Abby," Sierra said to her friend.

"I love you, too."

They released and Sierra opened the door to the Ferrari.

"For the record, Ben, I like the house," Riley said.

"'You know, I chose this estate because in 1812, Charles Carroll met—"

"Yeah, someone that did something in history and had fun. Great. Wonderful." Sierra giggled. "Could have had a bigger house."

"Alright, mister, leave the man alone. Come on. We have got some details to work out."

Riley drove away, driving on some of his grass rather than the road. "One percent," he grumbled.

"Riley, enough! They are being gracious enough to give us just what we need for the big day, okay? Can you at least be thankful for that?"

Riley looked at her. She was just as beautiful as the day he had first saw her, if not more so. "You got me."

"I win. And I always will. Be prepared for that," she giggled.

They drove off into town to do some shopping. Sierra looked at the ring that glistened on her finger. She couldn't be happier.

Alright! That's the end of this lovely little fanfiction! Now before you complain that they went too fast and they shouldn't be getting married after approximately three or four months, let me tell you that my dad proposed to my mom about two and a half months after he met her, and they just celebrated their 21st wedding anniversary, and they are still just as in love with each other as the day they met. Sometimes, if it's the right person, you just know. Like Riley and Sierra!

See you at my next fanfiction :)