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Lachlan caught me around the waist.

“Thank you,” I whispered against his mouth.

“For the ring?”

“For everything.”

Then I kissed him.

I meant for the kiss to stay sweet. It didn’t.

His hand slid down my back and closed around my ass, pulling me against the erection I’d spent the last hour creating.

I smiled into his mouth and rolled my hips against him.

He groaned before breaking the kiss.

His gaze dropped briefly to the ring on my finger.

“You happy, Mouse?”

I laid my palm against his chest.

“More than happy. I love the man you are. I love how strong you are, how fiercely you protect the people who belong to you. I want to stand beside you when everything goes wrong, make you laugh when it finally goes right, and give you as much happiness as you’ve given me. And I never want to hear you suffering alone again.”

His jaw tightened.

“Mouse.”

His hand came up behind my neck, and he kissed me slowly.

“And you have me for the rest of my life.”

He took my hand and turned me toward the window.

The rose arch framed the city like something out of a dream. He moved behind me and wrapped both arms around my waist.

Our reflection filled the dark glass—my red dress and loose dark hair, Lachlan towering behind me, and the diamond shining on my left hand.

“Look at yourself.”

My eyes met his in the reflection.

“That beautiful woman standing in front of me is my fiancée.” His gaze moved over me slowly in the glass. “Soon she’ll be my wife.”

My throat tightened again.

He kissed the curve of my neck. “I can’t promise you a quiet life, Mouse. You know me better than that. But I can promise you a good one. I’ll spoil you, take you everywhere you’ve never been, and love you every fucking day I get.”

His hand spread over my stomach, holding me firmly against him.

I covered one of his hands with mine.

“I love you too.”

His gaze stayed locked with mine in the reflection.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “My ring on your hand. My woman in my arms.”