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My heart soared. “Yes. Of course. Yes.”

He rose and kissed me. Around us, people clapped and whooped.

I broke away. “Wait. Unless you don’t want… You don’t have to marry me just because I’m pregnant.”

“Yes, he does!” Marie called, and then everyone started chiming in with their opinions.

Declan ignored them all. “Of course I want to marry you, Olivia. I’ve been ready for months, I just didn’t want to rush you. I was going to ask you tonight.”

I must have looked skeptical because he made a strangled noise of frustration and grabbed my hand. “Come on. I’m not spending the rest of my life with you thinking I proposed for any other reason than irritatingly debilitating love.”

He pulled me to the car and drove us home.

I twisted to look out the back window. “It looks like half the festival is following us. Your mom’s leading the caravan.”

Declan muttered darkly about small towns and women who would be the death of him.

When we pulled up in front of the house, Declan reached across me and grabbed a ring box from his glove compartment.

A very expensive-looking ring box.

It finally sank in. I covered my spreading smile with my hand. “Okay. I believe you. You want to marry me.”

“You’re not getting off that easily,” Declan threatened. Or maybe promised.

He helped me out of his car like I was some kind of princess, and led me around to the back of the house. The other cars parked and followed us.

When we turned the corner, I gasped.

Declan had set up a picnic in the backyard, just like our first date. But it was even more romantic than before. Twinkle lights decorated the garden. The lawn was covered with rose petals and lavender. The scent was rich and heady as I spun around, taking it all in.

Declan watched me, a crooked smile on his face.

“You ready?” he asked when I turned back to face him.

I nodded.

This time when Declan went down on one knee, I could read everything in his face. Love. Hope. Wonder. All of it shaded with a fierce determination.

“Olivia. Love. A ghrá. I’ve been calling you that since before I could admit to myself what you mean to me.” He took my hand and kissed the back of it reverently, like a knight in a fairy tale. “You’re the love of my fucking life. The mother of my child.” His eyes were bright and sure. “Marry me and share all the days of my life with me. Everything I ever was and everything I ever will be is yours.”

“Absolutely. Yes. That.” I fell to my knees and kissed him. He kissed me back, dropping the ring box in his haste to hold me tight. “I love you so much, Declan. Every side of you, every version of you. Now and always.”

“Okay, but what’s the ring look like?” someone called from behind us.

Declan laughed into my mouth, and the joy on his lips felt like a personal achievement. Declan had confessed one time, late at night, that he felt like I’d brought him back to life. I knew what he meant. After a lifetime shadowed by heartbreak, we’d brought each other out of the dark and into the starlight.

And we were going to live together under those stars for the rest of our lives.

END OF THE BOSSY ONE

BOSSY GLENHAVEN BILLIONAIRES BOOK 1