I chuckle. If he’s talking like this, maybe he does want to marry me after all.
“Are you expecting our dog to travel to Mount Doom with the one ring?”
Quinn’s forehead pulls into a scowl, but he’s still smiling broadly. “Not that kind of ring bearer, silly.” His voice is beginning to sound a little clearer. “Aww, we could call our dog Sam.”
“That’s a great name.”
Quinn takes several deep breaths. I assume he’s trying to calm his emotions so the cataplexy will release him from its grip.
“Sam was the real hero of the story,” I say.
“Damn right he was.” Quinn’s voice is almost back to normal now. “I’m glad we agree on that.”
“We agree on a lot of things.”
“We do. We’re pretty good together, aren’t we?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Only pretty good?” I press my lips to his and slip my tongue into his mouth. I don’t stop until he moans. “We’re amazing together.”
“I think you’re biased,” he whispers as his eyelashes flutter.
“Very.”
“So, uh, should we?”
“What?”
“Get married?”
“Now?”
He laughs, gestures to his legs, and then wags his finger at me.
“Sorry.”
Quinn looks at me impatiently and rolls his hand.
I nuzzle his nose with mine. “I would love to.”
His expression lights up. He doesn’t try to talk or move, simply stares at me with adoration. I return his stare, oblivious to the world around us. Time could be standing still for all I care. All that matters is him and me. I become entranced by the way the breeze disturbs his wavy hair. My heart is getting bigger by the second, filling up with love for him.
His body jerks, and he sucks in a breath.
I hold his left hand and stroke my fingertip over his ring finger. “Will you wear an engagement ring?”
“What? No collar?”
I run my fingers over his neck, pausing over fading love bites. “No. Some of my clients like to wear slave collars. I want things between us to be different. I need a clear line between work and home.”
“I think there’s a clean line no matter what.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because you love me.”
I smile and kiss him. “I do.”
“I’d love to wear an engagement ring. Will you?”
