“You told me once I should cut it.” He brushed her tears away with his thumbs. “I thought it might help win you over.”
“It’s nice.”
“You’re nice.” He kissed her gently, tasting her lips. His tongue entered her mouth and touched hers with a soft caress meant to drug her while he reached for her left hand and slid a three-carat diamond solitaire on her ring finger.
She pulled back and looked down at her hand. “You could have asked.”
“And take the chance you’d say no? Not hardly.”
Delaney shook her head and returned her gaze to him. “I won’t say no.”
He took a deep breath. “Marry me?”
“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the side of his throat. “Now take me home.”
“I don’t know where you live.”
“No. I mean Truly. Take me home.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing he didn’t deserve her or the happiness gripping his chest but taking it anyway. “We could live anywhere you want. I could move the business back to Boise if you’d like.”
“I want to go home. With you.”
He pulled back far enough to look into her eyes. “What could I possibly ever give you compared to what you’ve given me?”
“Just love me.”
“That’s too easy.”
She shook her head. “No it’s not. You’ve seen what I look like in the morning.” She flattened her left hand on his chest and studied her finger. “What can I give you? I get a handsome guy who does look good in the morning, and I get a great ring. What do you get?”
“The only thing I’ve ever wanted.” He held her tight and smiled. “I get you, wild thing.”
RACHEL GIBSON
