He looked so unsure, so uncertain, her heart overloaded and tears spilled down her face again. “How can you not know how much I want to be with you?” She reached up and put her arms around him. “I love you so much, Eli. Of course the answer’s yes.”
“You’ll marry me?”
He sounded so surprised, she laughed, wiping her tears away. “Yes, you idiot. I’ll marry you. But you have to promise me one thing.”
“An orgasm every day?” His grin revealed the sexy gap in his teeth.
She pushed him, blushing. “No. Honestly. No more fighting. For real, I mean. Stage fighting, yes. Real fighting, no.”
“I promise. I’ll even write it in my vows, if you like.” He took the ring out of the box, lifted her hand, and slid it onto her finger. He nodded. “Good. Now everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Yours? Are you going to be all possessive now that we’re engaged?”
“Absolutely. I’m a terribly jealous guy. Except now I’ll have to use harsh language to keep your admirers at bay.”
She laughed, and ran her fingers over his black eye and the cut on his cheek. “I keep getting this image in my head of a daughter with your black hair and blue eyes, a real tomboy, and you teaching her how to fall down the stairs.”
“And I keep thinking about a boy who looks just like you, and I have to tell him off constantly for drawing on his hands with a black marker.”
She smiled. “I guess we both have vivid imaginations.”
He shrugged and glanced out at the stars. “Who knows? Maybe we were given a glimpse of the future.” He went quiet, and she knew he was thinking of Charlie.
“A little glimpse of heaven?” she said, sliding her arms around him. She kissed his throat, his jaw, and up to his split lip, touching her tongue to the cut lightly.
Beneath her mouth, his lips started to curve. He tightened his good arm around her and pulled her toward him so she could feel the evidence of his growing desire. “Now, you know you’re too wicked for heaven, Tabbs. When will you learn?”
“I forget. You’ll have to keep reminding me.”
“I will.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Every day. I promise.”
About the Author
Faye Robertson lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes fun, flirty, and sexy contemporary romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and hunky but approachable heroes. She’s won several romance writing competitions and is a member of the Romance Writers of New Zealand. She would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies. You can check out all her books at www.fayerobertsonromance.com
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