When we finally break apart, Miles’s cheeks are flushed and his hair is mussed, but he wears an exhilarated smile that damn near melts my heart.
“I was really hoping you’d get the answer right.” He nods to the laptop. “It would’ve been pretty awkward sharing a room for the rest of the week if you’d declined.”
I flutter my lashes. “Now that you mention it…”
“Always the smartass.” He lowers his mouth, brushing his lips tenderly against mine. “Just one of the many reasons I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Oh, really? And here I was thinking you wanted to marry me for my frequent flyer miles.”
“Don’t worry. That’s on the list, too.” He chuckles. “Top five for sure.”
I arch a brow, curiosity taking root. “What else is on this list of yours?”
“The indecent pink panties.”
“The pink panties?” I smack his chest playfully. “You just saw them for the first time this morning.”
“Yeah,” he says, wiggling his brows suggestively, “and they sealed the deal.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I laugh in spite of myself. Life with Miles has its complications, but it’s easy in all the ways that matter. “If you were so attached to them, perhaps you shouldn’t have ripped them to shreds.”
He shrugs. “I’ll buy you a new pair. Which reminds me…”
Miles pulls a small red box from his pocket. It has gold detailing and a small gold latch on the front that glints in the sun when he flips the lid open.
Inside is the most gorgeous emerald-cut diamond ring I’ve ever seen.
I gasp, bringing my hands to my mouth.
“Oh, Miles.” The ring is exactly what I would have picked for myself. Simple. Sophisticated. Stunning. “It’s perfect.”
“Just like you.” He winks and removes the ring from the box, sliding it onto my ring finger.
Surprise washes over me as it glides right on.
“You even got the size right.”
Tears sting the back of my eyes, and I blink them away, willing myself not to cry.
Miles tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I love you, Lucy Gonzalez, and I will always get the details right when it comes to us.”
A quiet sob slips past my lips, and that’s all it takes for the floodgates to open. Happy tears stream down my face, and Miles wipes them away with the pads of his thumbs.
“You know I’m going to hold you to that promise, right?” I finally say, half laughing and half crying.
Miles grins wolfishly and pats my backside. “I’m counting on it.”
