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He smirked. “The second of the two, I believe.”
She was astounded. “And why is it on my finger?”
“Because you answered yes to a certain question.”
Nicole studied it. “Gold band, princess cut, chocolate diamond.” She moved it around in the narrow light. “If I had to guess, I’d say it was a three carat.” Her gaze lifted from her inspection. “Nice ring,” she said calmly. “Are you insane?” she burst out a moment later. “Why would . . .? How could . . .?”
He chuckled. “You know, for a writer you’re not very articulate.”
She shook her head. “This question you asked me . . . was it while I was under the influence of drugs?”
This is too much fun, he thought. “As a matter of fact, it was. I’m not stupid. I know when to take advantage of a situation.”
“What else did I agree to while under the influence?”
He smiled devilishly. “I’m saving that for the honeymoon.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Off and on for three hours. The media is hounding the hotel for news on your condition. It seems you’ve gone from social pariah to media darling in an instant. The photographers went into a flash frenzy when I carried you unconscious out of the flat this morning.”
She grimaced. “They’re never going to let up, are they?”
He shook his head. “It’s the price you pay for fame, I’m afraid.”
“What’s wrong with my hand?” she asked as she glanced over at the cast.
He pressed his lips together. “Well, Ms. Tyson, you not only broke my brother’s nose with that punch, but four of your fingers. You’ve sprained your wrist, bruising the bone in your arm up to your elbow.”
Her eyes were wide. “I did all that damage with one punch?” Impressive.
“Yeah, you must’ve been holding back a lot of pent-up frustration. You’re going to be in that cast for a while.”
“So, one hand is completely useless, the other weighted down with the Rock of Gibraltar. How am I supposed to write with no fingers?” Her body relaxed a bit. “Does that mean I’m off the hook? Please say yes.
“You’re going to dictate. Someone else will type. It’s all been arranged.”
Yea me, she thought sarcastically. “Seems that way.” She yawned. “I’m still sleepy. They must’ve shot me up with some pretty strong drugs.”
“They had to give you an elephant’s dosage to knock you out. You were squirming on the table. It took forever to set your bones.”
She grimaced. “I’m sorry for all the trouble. Are you sure you want to marry me?”
He ran his finger down her cheek. “As long as you never give me the one-two punch, I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“I won’t make any promises.” She grinned, closing her eyes. “Why did you bring me here?”
“There’s space to move, plus the bed is more comfortable than the one in your flat.”
“Oh,” she mumbled, drifting off again.
Reece watched her a moment more before leaving the room. Her father and sister were still on the couch, conversing with Audrey and Clarissa. Laura was running to the flat to gather a change of clothes for Nicole. No one knew where Marcus had gone.
“Is she all right?” Clarissa asked.
“She was conscious for a bit but drifted off again. She was shocked to find the ring on her finger.”
“I’m not surprised. You picked the perfect time to spring the trap on her.” Nicholas chuckled.
