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“Do you like it?” he asks.
“Um, yeah,” I laugh. “Although I don’t know if you should’ve left a fire burning all this time.”
“I had somebody prepare it for just before we arrived,” he assures me.
“Oh,” I smile. “Then yeah, I freaking love it.”
“Good,” he growls, gripping my hips and pulling me close to him. “Because I love you.”
I gasp, feeling tears welling in my eyes, and blink them away.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you right.”
“No?”
He smirks and then lets me go, striding to the door.
“What are you doing?” I giggle.
I follow him outside as he tosses his head back, roaring into the sky like a madman, like a handsome, perfect freaking madman.
“I love Sadie Gold,” he roars, his voice echoing over the icy lake. “I love Sadie Gold. I fucking love Sadie Gold and she’s mine, mine, all fucking mine!”
“You’re crazy,” I cry, walking over to him and framing his face in my hands, gazing up into his eyes as my tears threaten to whelm afresh again. “And I love you, Saul. God, I love you so much. I don’t care if it’s only been a little while. Because when you know …”
“You know,” he snarls, looping his arms around me and pressing his lips against mine in a carnal frenzy.
We moan and our lust rises to the surface as we sink deeper into the kiss, my hands moving over his shoulders, down his muscled back, savoring every inch of his taut tight flesh.
“I love you more than I knew I was capable of loving,” he breathes, breaking off the kiss so we can gaze at each other, into each other. “But I need to ask you something, the most important question of my life.”
“What?” I whisper, daring to hope, now, daring to dream.
He takes a step back and regards me lovingly, his eyes brimming with the same emotion that punches into me repeatedly.
“Sadie, I’ve lived a long time waiting for the woman that would make me feel what you make me feel, that would make me feel like I had to claim her—to claim you. I was ready to die waiting. But now that I’ve met you, I’m ready to start living. Fully, daringly, I’m ready to stride into our future together and take whatever it has to offer. I’m ready to be the father of your children, because I know I’ll love them just as much as I love you.
“Oh, God, Sadie, I just love you so goddamn much.”
I gasp and bring my hands to my mouth as he falls to one knee, looking up at me with a sparkle in his eyes. The air might be biting cold, but I feel like I’m standing in the center of an inferno, blazing.
He’s my Flame.
“Sadie Gold,” he says, reaching into his pocket and taking out a ring box. He opens it to reveal a ring that screams winter, with its jagged yet sublime diamond set in a snowy white-gold band. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world? Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I scream, dancing around like a dork and not giving a single damn.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I sing, leaping up and down, feeling my curvy body bouncing and not caring, no, better than that.
I relish the way my body bounces because I know it’s exactly what my Flame wants, what my fiancé wants.
“Come here, then,” he grins, striding over to me with the ring held between his forefinger and thumb.
“It looks so small in your hand,” I laugh. “You handsome freaking giant.”
He takes my hand and brings the ring to my finger, sliding it on softly, the whole world distorting with my tears now.
I hold it up and regard it as the sun lances down, catching it.
“It’s beautiful.”
“No, Sparkplug,” Saul says firmly. “You’re beautiful.”
“Okay, now come here,” I gush, throwing myself at him, literally leaping up and knowing that he’ll catch me.
He does, handling me as though I weigh nothing.
Which is fitting because I feel weightless as he carries me back into the log cabin, kicking the door closed behind us so it’s just us and the crackling flames and the firelight.
“Is that why you were acting so weird last night?” I ask once he’s set me down.
Our hands are all over each other, his firm grip sliding down my hips and palming my ass. He grabs me possessively, owning my flesh like only my man, my fiancé can.
“Well, sort of,” he growls.
“Sort of?” I ask.
“I was a bit nervous,” he admits.
“You? Nervous?”
He nods. “I called your brother in Vietnam. I hope you don’t mind. I had to ask for his blessing.”
“You called Aaron?” I gasp.
“Do you—”
“No, I don’t mind,” I cry, running my hands through the night sky of his hair, black with spots of white. “I’m just so glad he gave you his blessing. This just makes it so much sweeter.”
