“You’re definitely nervous.”
Her lips curved up into a smirk. “You have that look.”
“What look?”
“The one you get before making a major decision.”
I sighed. “Are you finished analyzing me?”
“Not even close.”
“Humor me.”
She crossed her arms but nodded.
“Fine. Continue with whatever suspicious thing you’re planning.”
I gestured toward the lantern-lit path. “Walk with me.”
Her eyes flicked toward the path. “Is this where I get kidnapped?”
“Yes.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “Great, it is a part of my second-favorite trope.”
We began walking slowly along the garden path. Gravel crunched softly beneath our shoes. She glanced around again, clearly trying to figure out what was happening.
“You’re being weirdly quiet,” she said.
“I’m thinking.”
“That’s never good.”
“I think it’s usually good.”
“For business deals.”
“And this isn’t a business deal?”
She snorted.
“If this is another contract discussion, I’m leaving.”
I stopped walking.
She took two more steps before noticing and turned back toward me. "What?”
The fountain glowed softly behind her.
Lantern light danced across her face. God. She had no idea what she did to me.
“Firefly,” I said quietly.
Her expression softened. “Yes?”
I reached into my pocket. She immediately noticed. Her eyes dropped to my hand. “My love…”
I pulled out the velvet box and dropped to one knee in front of her. Her mouth fell open. “You’re kidding.”
