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She swallowed but said nothing, her eyes wide as she stared at the box in my hand.
Kneeling beside the bed, I said, “Lynx Whisper Bennett, will you marry me? I know I asked you the other night, but I wanted it to be official.” When I cracked the box open, the stones caught the sunlight streaming in through the window, and sent sparkles dancing over every wall in the room.
Lynx remained silent, simply staring at the ring.
“Well?” I couldn’t help myself.
Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, met mine. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, Michael Anthony Wind.”
Needless to say, the coffee got cold.
Later, I made a fresh pot while Lynx sat on the countertop in only a tank and underwear, her ring sparkling on her finger.
