“So, children some day?”
“Yes.When the time is right.”
This was far beyond what she could’ve ever had to hope for from an arranged marriage.
“One last thing,” she said.“I want to maintain my volunteer work downtown.”
“I will insist you have a guard, but other than that, I have no issue for you to continue your work.”
That was a relief off her shoulders.The tension hanging on her shoulders eased.
“Very well,” she said.“When do you need the wedding by?”
“As soon as possible.My grandfather stated two weeks, if possible.”
“Then I’ll get right on that and make it happen.We should exchange numbers so I can keep you in the loop.”
He held out his hand and she pulled out her cell from her pocket, unlocked it, and gave it to him.James put his number in her contacts and then texted himself before handing it back.
“I was telling the truth when I said I want more than a contract marriage,” he murmured.“I want a partnership.”
She liked the sound of that and nodded.“I would like that, too.”
He pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing an exquisite five carat purple radiant diamond ring.Her mouth fell open because it was one helluva stone.
“How did you know my favorite color is purple?”
“Because I’m to be your husband.I need to know these things.”
She cocked her head.“Justpoof, you knew it?”
A small smile turned up one of the corners of his mouth.“Will you marry me, Kleya Dane?”
“Yes, James Roarke, I will.”
He took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger.It glittered beautifully in the light.
He smiled at her.“Would you like to celebrate our engagement now?”
“Sure.”
Holding her hand, he guided her through the door and back to the spacious den where their parents waited.She tried hard to ignore the pleasant little tingle where he touched her, more than a little happy that she found him attractive.She hoped he wasn’t one of those wet kissers.The kind where she had to wipe saliva off her face.
That would be a shame if he was, she thought.
