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Relief moves through me so hard I laugh.

She looks at the ring again.

“I told you I wasn't wearing one.”

“You did.”

Her thumb traces the band.

“I changed my mind.”

That might be the best thing she could have said.

Then she looks up at me, eyes still damp.

A suspicious little smile appears. “What?”

“Is this because I make more money than you now?”

I stare at her.

She loses it.

Full laughter.

Bent over slightly, one hand gripping my jacket.

I wait.

Eventually she gets herself together enough to look at me.

“You're horrible.”

“You proposed to an executive. I have to protect my assets.”

“You have had that job for approximately twenty-four hours.”

“Still counts.”

“I knew that contract was going to make you insufferable.”

She wraps her arms around my neck. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Good.”

She kisses me.

And somehow the second time I ask my wife to marry me feels completely different from the first.

Maybe the first marriage wasn’t a failed roll after all. Maybe this is just the same choice, made again with advantage.

Cameron

Dex screams.

There really isn’t a more accurate word for the noise that comes out of him when I walk into the kitchen and hold up my left hand.