He shook his head. “Cheese grabbed dinner.”
“Oh, wow.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I’m kind of getting why my brothers are in an MC and make recruits do grunt work.”
I chuckled, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around him. “Thanks for letting me process in the tub.”
He hugged me tight. “You’re welcome. You wanna talk about it?”
“Actually, I want to talk to you about something else.”
“Yeah?”
I pulled away and grabbed a beer for him out of the fridge, and a wine glass for me from the cabinet. “How hard is it to get into the FBI?”
“Hard, why?”
I bit my lip. “I’d kind of like to try.”
He raised an eyebrow and twisted the top off his beer. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, what Brock said got me thinking.”
“What Brock said?”
“Yeah, about how he’d go out in the field with me. And Dallas said I was a natural, and even you said I was really, really good.”
“I did say that, didn’t I?” His tone was hesitant, so I gave him a bolstering smile.
“You don’t think I can do it, do you?”
“No, baby, the problem is Iknowyou can.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because the thought of you in any kind of danger gives me hives.” He took a swig of beer and I filled my glass with wine.
“So, will you stop me from trying?”
“No way in hell,” he said, setting his beer down and pulling me against him. “I will support you, no, I will champion you, in whatever you want to do. I knew you’d be amazing at some kind of law enforcement, considering all of the notes and surveillance you already had on the stalker. You were so close, Harmony. I don’t even think you realize how close you were.” He lifted my chin and smiled. “You’ve already got a bachelor’s in criminal justice, so you’re ninety percent of the way there. Admittedly, I would prefer you do something behind a desk, but Brock and Dallas are right, you played that part perfectly, and would be an asset to any team you were put on.”
I blinked back tears. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He kissed me gently. “You gonna marry me?”
“You haven’t asked.”
He reached into his pocket, then knelt in front of me and held up the prettiest ring I’d ever seen. “Harmony Rose Morgan, will you marry me?”
I let out a quiet squeak and nodded. “Yes, oh my god, yes.”
He slid the ring on my finger and rose to his feet, pulling me into his arms and kissing me long and deep. “Tomorrow.”
I giggled. “Give me a week, at least.”
“Okay, Rufus, you got a week.”
I held my hand up to the light.
