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“I usually do.”

I look at her.

The cat ears. The blonde curls. The green eyes that have been driving me fucking insane since the night I woke up in this house.

One year.

One fucking year.

A year ago, I could fit everything I owned into a bag. I never stayed anywhere longer than I had to. Never gave anyone enough information to find me. Never let anyone get close enough to matter.

Then Callie Quinn found me and decided I was hers.

She was right.

I reach into my pocket.

Her eyes drop to my hand. For once, she doesn't say anything.

I pull out the small black box.

Callie freezes.

I turn it over once in my hand.

I've killed men with steadier hands than I have right now. That's fucking irritating.

“Roman.” Her voice is barely there. Her eyes are already shining.

Fuck me.

I open the box. The ring catches the light.

Callie's hand flies to her mouth.

I lower myself onto one knee.

Alibi immediately walks over and sniffs my face.

“Not now.”

His tail wags.

Callie makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

I look up at her.

For once in her life, she has absolutely nothing to say.

I almost enjoy it.

“You spent months looking for me.”

Her hand lowers slowly.

“And you were really fucking annoying about it.”

A watery laugh escapes her.