me.'
Her head shot up. 'She already likes you.'
'I know, I know. I've been making headway with her, but this is insurance. The other one, though…'
'I
'I hoped you would. It was my great-grandmother's. I know, it's not as big. And it's a really old-fashioned setting, but…' He couldn't finish, because she had wound her arms around his neck.
'Ask me,' she ordered him.
'Will you? Be my bride, my wife, share life and love with me?' Hell. He knew he wouldn't say it well. He didn't do emotional stuff well. But he hoped she could hear all the love in his voice. The need, the want, the feeling.
'I will. If you'll be my husband, my mate, my love through life.' she whispered back.
Hours and hours later, she murmured from the pillow next to him, 'Do you want to honeymoon in Paris?'
He answered with the obvious. 'We can, but we don't have to travel to do that.'
'Huh?'
'You are my Paris, Kel. You always will be.' And he kissed her again, just to make sure she understood what he meant.
Jennifer Greene
