Palm trees swayed, and ocean waves crashed onto the shore. She could have stayed here another two weeks. She closed her eyes. The image of her container prison on the freighter came to mind. She shoved it aside and replaced the thought with their gorgeous spa room overlooking the ocean. A big, Jacuzzi tub would be getting a workout later, as well as the bed.
“You like the drink?” he asked again.
“Yes, I said it was yummy.”
“What about the extra fruit?”
She glanced at the wedge of pineapple and cherry with the paper umbrella. “What extra—”
The rain continued, but a speck of sunlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the top of the umbrella. Sitting on the pointed tip of the umbrella, a diamond ring sparkled brilliantly. A square-cut diamond was set with two smaller marquise diamonds on both sides along with a band of round diamonds. Zoe gasped, carefully plucked the ring off the umbrella and held it up. “Oh my God. It’s beautiful. When…where did you get this?”
“Yesterday when I went into town, while you were having your massage. I snuck one of your rings to have it sized.” He sat across from her and took her hand. “I love you, Zoe. I want you in my life always. Marry me.”
The rain came down harder, and she started crying and laughing. “I thought you didn’t even want to work with me.” She laughed, and her heart swelled.
He smoothed wet strands of her hair over her ear. “That wasn’t it. I didn’t like being on a mission where I couldn’t protect you. But I know you can protect yourself.” His eyes were so full of love and anticipation as he waited on her answer.
She slipped the ring on her finger, then flung her arms around him and kissed him. “I love you, too.” Her heart wanted to burst because she loved him so much. “Yes.”
Standing up, she pulled Jason to his feet, too. The rain was now a downpour. “What are you doing?”
“Going for a swim. Bring your beer.” She picked up her blue drink and walked down the pool steps into the warm water. “We have the pool to ourselves.” Even the pool bar was closed.
“Right.” Jason laughed.
“Think you’d like living in my Georgetown townhome? Or should we look for something else?”
“I like Georgetown. Dexter has a small backyard, and you have a nice neighbor who doesn’t mind watching him while we’re away.” He took her drink and put it with his on the side of the pool, then scooped her up in his arms, swirling her around in the water. “So what do we do with the rest of the day?”
“Use your imagination, Merritt. Are you up for an adventure?”
THE END
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