Page 46 of Niall

“I hope you’ll indulge my choice. The chocolate diamonds are like your eyes. Brilliant and beautiful.”

The eyes I was referring to sparkled at me as she nodded.

“This,” I said, slipping it on her wrist and tightening it, “is called a bolo slide. Very common. But it contains a small tracking device. Undetectable. I’ll know where you are.”

“It’s so beautiful.”

I smiled. “If you press and hold it once, it will send me an SOS, and I’ll know you need me.”

“How?”

“Press it.”

She did as I requested, and immediately, my phone, watch, and laptop all lit up. “If anything happened, if you were scared or lost or needed me, I could find you.”

I touched the slide. “If the tracker were somehow disabled, if you press and hold it twice, it sends a different signal. One that cannot be disabled.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“We don’t know the range. It’s something Evan’s been working on.”

At her questioning look, I explained. “He’s part of our security team, and tech is his jam. He handles all our gadgets. Trackers, drones, surveillance. All that sort of stuff.”

“I see,” Anna murmured.

“But since you’re not going far, it should be fine in the hotel or the grounds,” I continued. “Plus, it’s just a precaution. An extra measure to help you feel safer.” I smiled with a shrug. “And make me feel better too.”

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I responded instantly, not caring about her gloss or anything else. Only tasting her. Holding her. Kissing her back until we were both breathless.

I drew back, touching her mouth. “I messed up your makeup.”

Her dimple popped with the width of her smile. “I don’t care.”

I grinned. “Me either.”

“Thank you. For the gift. The care that went into it.”

I gazed down at her. “A life with me would need precautions like this, Anna. Always.” I tightened my grip on her waist. “There would be dangers.”

“I know. Una and I talked a lot about that in the, um, place. And again here. I’m not afraid.”

I frowned. “You have to think about that. What you would give up.”

“I’d rather think of what I would gain.”

“Which is?”

“You.”

I swept her into my arms again, kissing her with utter abandon. My alarm went off, and I pulled back. “We need to be in our seats in ten minutes.”

She blinked. “I’ll get my bag.”

“You might want—” I tapped her mouth.

She grinned. “You too. Pink is not your color.”

I laughed. “I’ll remember that.”