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I shut my eyes, and I began to sing.

* * *

FINN

As always, Una’s voice transported me to another time. Her song choices tonight were those of love. Hope. Happiness.

And she sang them all to me.

I fingered the small box in my pocket. Tonight after she stepped offstage, I would ask her to marry me properly, then take her upstairs and surprise her with a dinner with our guests. We’d celebrate the moment with the people who’d made it possible for it to happen. Who’d stepped in and helped me get her back.

She was only doing the one show tonight and tomorrow. She would resume her schedule next week. And working in her new role in the office.

She would be safe in the hotel. Guarded when she left the property.

Never far from my sight.

And she would be loved.

Endlessly.

She finished her set, and the entire room stood, clapping and calling for an encore.

They couldn’t get enough.

I smiled proudly, knowing I had to share her for a little longer.

Then I’d ask my question, and she’d say yes.

I was sure of it.

* * *

Later in the elevator, I pressed a kiss to Una’s head. “You were incredible,” I murmured. “So amazing.”

“It felt good to sing,” she replied.

In the suite, I indicated the terrace. “A little fresh air?”

“I’d like that.”

Outside on the table, I had more flowers for her. A bottle of champagne chilling. When she looked at me, I smiled. “To celebrate your return to the O’Reilly’s stage.”

“Ah,” she breathed, walking to the railing. She rested her arms on the metal, looking out over the lights of the city. “Always so busy,” she murmured. “So big.”

I joined her, wrapping my arms around her. “It is. Easy to get lost in.”

“Or found,” she murmured.

I pressed a kiss to her neck, drawing in a deep breath, but before I could speak, she turned in my arms, looking up at me.

“Will you marry me soon, Finn?”

I was stunned. “Soon, mo chroí? May I ask why?”

“Life is too short. I wasted too much time with doubt. I love you. You love me. I want to belong to you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I grinned at her possessive words. “Funny,” I mused, pulling the box from my pocket, flipping the lid open. “You took the words out of my mouth.”