He’s watching me with that intense gaze he gets that tells me something’s on his mind. It won’t work to try and pry it out of him.
He’ll tell me, eventually.
“Is everyone settled at the main house?”
“They are,” he says. “And now we’re all alone for the rest of the evening.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound bad at all.”
He sits in a chair and snatches me by the hips, tumbling me into his lap.
“Hello there.” I kiss his cheek. “You’re ridiculously handsome today.”
“I’m glad you think so.” His face is so serious, it makes me a little nervous.
Shit.
Is he about to break up with me?
“I need to talk to you about something.”
I swallow hard. “Okay.”
He takes my hand and laces our fingers together, then kisses each finger, one by one.
“Are you breaking up with me?” I blurt.
“What? No.” He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “If that were the case, you wouldn’t be nestled in my lap, sweetheart.”
“Okay. Continue.”
He drags his nose up my neck, sending shivers through me.
“Nick?”
“Hmm?”
“Talk.”
“Right.” He clears his throat. “I love you.”
It always catches me off guard, like a shot right to the heart, every time he says those three little words. Even after all this time.
“I love you, too.”
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while, but I thought it was best to wait until we were here, in this place.”
He stands and sets me on the chair, and then, to my utter shock, he lowers down to one knee.
“Holy shit.”
He takes my hand.
“Jordan, you are the love of my life. I enjoy you, trust you, and can’t wait to share every day with you, from today until the day I take my last breath. I need you by my side, always. Will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
I couldn’t stop the tears if I tried. And I don’t care. Because this man loves me, tears and all.
“Of course.” I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight. “Of course, I’ll marry you. Can it be a holiday wedding? I mean, it’s too soon for this year, but if you’re okay with a year-long engagement, we can plan it for next year. I don’t know if you’ll want to get married here or in London, but—”
He presses a finger to my lips, shutting me up.
“I have to do this first,” he says and slips the ring onto my finger. “And this.”
He kisses me silly. Every time he kisses me like this—which is pretty much every day—I go positively gooey.
I’m a lucky girl.
He leans back and brushes a lock of my hair out of my eyes.
“We’ll figure out the rest. Together.”
About the Author
Kristen Proby has published close to forty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion and Romancing Manhattan Series.
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Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two cats and dog.
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