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Completely over the top.

And so beautiful I could only stand there staring.

I walked farther inside, trying to take all of it in.

“Lachlan, this is…” A breathless laugh escaped me. “It’s stunning. You did all this for me?”

No answer came.

I turned, and Lachlan was down on one knee.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

A small black box rested open in his hand, the diamond catching the candlelight.

My hand flew to my mouth.

“Oh my God.”

He looked entirely too composed for a man who had just knocked every coherent thought out of my head.

“I know exactly how long I’ve known you, Mouse.”

A shaky laugh escaped me through the tears already gathering in my eyes.

“I also know I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I don’t need another year or another month to tell me what I already know.”

A tear slipped free.

Lachlan held my gaze.

“I want you in my home, in my bed, and beside me for every damn year I get. I want to wake up with you, come home to you, fight with you, laugh with you, and give you the world. I want my ring on your finger, and I want you as my wife.”

The hard lines of his face eased, and for one rare second this dangerous, impossible man looked almost boyishly hopeful.

“Marry me, Isabe—”

“Yes.”

The answer came out before he had completely finished saying my name.

His mouth spread into the full, crooked smile I almost never got to see.

“Yes?”

I laughed. “Yes, Irishman. Of course I’ll marry you.”

He took my left hand, his thumb brushing once over my knuckles before he slid the ring onto my finger.

I stared at it, then at him.

“It’s gorgeous.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” Another laugh escaped me as I wiped uselessly at my cheeks. “I love all of this. I love you.”

He rose, and I barely gave him time to straighten before I threw my arms around his neck.