“Roads should be paved?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. And you can change them, pave new ones.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “I didn’t say that right. What I mean is I want to be with you.”
He ran a hand over the back of his neck and studied the carpet.
“Here’s the thing. I fell in love with you, too.”
His face gentled further. “Come here, Lucy.”
“Will? Wh—”
He walked purposely to her, and she couldn’t say anything more because suddenly his arm was around her waist, and she wasthere. Then her bottom was on his desk, his hips were between her legs, and his mouth moved to take hers.
“Will, you didn’t confess. That means you lose.”
His face dipped lower. “You take that ring, Princess, and I’m pretty sure I just won.”
She blinked. “You threw the game.”
“Maybe.”
“We’re engaged?”
“Looks that way.”
“Yeah,” she said on a breath.
“Four kids,” he said against her lips.
She made a face and pushed him back. “No.”
“No to any kids, or no to four?”
“We’ve been over this. Two. And that’s my final offer.”
He unpinned her hair, running it through his fingers. “Works for me.”
She curled her fingers around his arms. “I’m going to need a job.”
“Crestone has some openings. Whatever you want to do.”
“I was thinking I might try print journalism. See what they have available over at The River’s Edge.” She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes.
“You want to work for my competition?”
“Well, I can’t work here. You’re the boss. It’d be totally inappropriate. Or I could always become a breeder for hypoallergenic poodles.”
“Yeah, Mitzy wouldlovethat.”
“I’ll figure something out. I’ve got time. But where are we gonna live?”
“I bought a house a few weeks after I moved to Confluence. It’s not huge, but the neighborhood is good, and the decorator I hired has been working on it for a while, so there’s some furniture.”
“I don’t understand. If you had a house, why’d you stay in Camelot?”
His eyes got soft, and he ran a thumb along her jaw. “You.”
“Me?”
