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“I’m kneeling, mi amor,” he laughs. “Of course I’m freaking sure.”

“But Dami, my life will become very dangerous from now on.”

“In that case, what’s better than having a former CIA agent and Harknett as a future hubby?” He winks, and I laugh. “Marry me, mi amor.”

Slipping my hands from the rope behind my back, I launch myself at him. We tumble together to the floor, and I kiss him with everything I have.

My fingers run through his gorgeous brown hair, tears spilling down my cheeks as I feel his smile against my lips.

“I love you too,” I cry out against his mouth.

Damián holds me tight, burying his face in my neck as he laughs. “So, is this a yes?”

“Absolutely!”

“Wait…” Still holding my hand, he guides me up until we are kneeling together. He looks down at our fingers. “How did you untie your hands?

“Babe, I’m the son of the worst trafficker and drug dealer in the world. I’ve known how to untie my hands since I was fourteen.”

He bursts out laughing, and I smack his shoulder.

“Focus and continue, Damián!”

Still smiling, he takes my left hand and slides the stunning ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly, and it’s so beautiful I can’t stop watching it.

Reaching into his pocket again, he pulls out a second box. Opening it reveals an identical black Damascus steel ring, but instead of red opal, the center line is made with hundreds of crushed emeralds. He takes out the ring and slides it onto his finger.

I look from his hand to my hand. “Your ring’s line has emeralds?”

“Yeah…” Damián smiles, looking down at the rings. “They are our favorite colors. I thought this way I could always have a part of you with me,” he says, his thumb sliding over the red line of my ring, “and you can always have a part of me.”

I stare at the rings. The deep red on my ring represents him, while the brilliant green on his represents me.

“I can change the colors if you want to use the emerald one, I don’t—”

I grab the fabric of his shirt, pull, and shut him up with a kiss, pouring every ounce of my love into it so he knows, without a single doubt, that everything he just gave me is absolutely perfect.

“Don’t ever leave me, Oliver,” he begs against my lips.

“I won’t.”

“And if you need help or there is something to be worried about, I want you to stop for a bit and, instead of running away, you talk to your future hubby.”

I laugh and kiss him again. “Will do, future hubby.”

Damián gently breaks the kiss. Without letting go, he shifts back onto the edge of the table and pulls me onto his lap. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Anything.”

He points a finger at the clear plastic IV bag hanging from a coat rack next to me, where the guys must have hooked it. “What the fuck is that?”

“An IV bag.”

“Yeah, amor, I got that part, but why do you have it?”

“Turns out I have a deficiency.”

“Of what?”