by Alexa Davis
I looked back across the room and saw Linc coming toward me through the crowd of people who were pushing forward to wish the couple the best. His smile was one that I recognized as the one he wore when he had something important to tell me.
I'd first seen it the afternoon he'd declared his intentions at the reflecting pool, and it had taken months of effort on my part to coax it out again after I'd walked away saying I'd needed time to think. My talk with Bix had made me rethink my need to run, but it had been several days before I'd been able to tell Linc what I was feeling.
First, I had to go to Frank and accept his job offer. It was a tough conversation, but I'd negotiated the right to be able to take on additional international work so that I could satisfy my need to be on the move. Frank had been wounded by my initial reticence because he'd had to fight a battle with the paper's owner to keep me, but in the end, we patched things up when I agreed to stay.
Making peace with Linc had proved more difficult. When I'd walked away from him at the reflecting pool, he'd assumed that that was it, so he'd rebuilt his own defenses. When I'd shown up at his office to tell him that I was staying in Washington, he responded in typical wounded male fashion and simply nodded. It had taken me pulling out the stops in the feminine wiles department – and a little bit of daytime office sex – to heal the wound and give him a reason to believe me.
"That was a beautiful ceremony," I said, smiling up into his warm blue eyes. He was wearing a suit that matched Brant's and it highlighted his broad shoulders and chest. I had the sudden urge to pull him into the judge's private chambers.
"It was, wasn't it?" he said as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close and whispered, "You look lovely, Liv."
"You clean up pretty good yourself, Redding." I smiled as he kissed me.
"I've been thinking," he said as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face.
"That's dangerous," I grinned.
"I'm serious, Liv," he said as he brushed his fingers along my jaw and then bent to kiss along the path. "I've been thinking about a lot of things, and I want us to make some plans."
"Okay, what kind?" I asked. "I don't think Frank is going to give me a lot of vacation time yet, but if we could combine it with one of my assignments, I could probably swing a foreign trip."
"Well, I was thinking of something a little more permanent," he said as he caressed my cheek.
"I'm not packing up and moving again, Redding!" I quickly protested and then noticed that my voice carried out into the now quiet room. I turned to see the wedding guests all staring at Linc and I, then turned back and found him down on one knee in front of me holding up a small box.
"I'm thinking more along the lines of you agreeing to marry me, Olivia," he said with a wide smile as he offered up the ring. "Will you marry me, Olivia Moore? Will you be my wife?"
"I'm sorry, what?" I shook my head to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
"I told you this is what would happen," came a voice out of the crowd.
"Will you marry me, Olivia Moore?" Linc repeated patiently. "Will you spend the rest of your life annoying me, frustrating me, and letting me love you more than anyone has ever or will ever love you?"
"Well, now you're talking!" I smiled as I leaned down and kissed his lips. "Yes, Lincoln Redding, I'll marry you."
The whole room erupted in cheers as Linc stood and slipped the exquisite ring on my finger before pulling me into his arms and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back as I whispered, "I love you, Lincoln Redding."
"I love you, too, Olivia Moore," he smiled as he held me close and kissed me again.
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