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When we reach the top of the lift, Silas jumps down and helps me off, carrying me with the same ease he used when placing me in the helicopter. I’ll never grow tired of that feeling, my strong man making me feel weightless.
He places me down, then takes my hand, leading me toward the mountain. It’s dark, and nobody is skiing. Nobody is around.
“Did you arrange to have the ski lift moving?” I murmur, my voice carrying across the emptiness.
My man smiles down at me, nodding. “I’ve had my fair share of arranging to do. But it was worth it…I hope.”
“You hope?”
He takes both my hands in his, moving so he’s standing opposite me.
Behind him, the slope moves up into darkness, the snow glinting with starlight… and something else? I’m sure there’s something else there, small bulbs, but unlit.
Were they there earlier?
“It depends on what you say when I ask you.” He leans down, brushing his lips against my cheek warmly, sending tingles up and down my body. “The most important question of our lives. I love you, Lauren. It happened the moment I saw you. I need to make you my wife. I need to know….”
He kneels, reaching into his pocket and taking out a ring box. Unlike me, he’s not wearing gloves, and he opens the ring box easily, displaying a full diamond set within an elegant band.
Lights flick on behind him.
Hundreds of countless lights spread across the slope, lighting up the darkness brighter than the stars.
Will you marry me?shines brightly as the lights come on.
“Will you?” he says huskily.
“Yes,” I say, laughing as pure joy escapes me. “Oh my God, yes!”
I offer him my hand, then realize I’m wearing my glove and try to take it off. But I fumble the movement, too much excitement flooding into me.
Silas chuckles and leaps to his feet, taking my hand and removing my glove.
He brings the ring to my finger, the band cool against my skin as he slips it on, and then he leans down and kisses me passionately.
I return the pressure, tears springing to my eyes, sobbing as we sink deeper into the kiss.
He leans back, giving me a look, silently asking if I’m okay.
“I’m just so happy.”
He smiles, eyes glistening. “Me too, Lauren. So, so happy.”
We kiss again.
EPILOGUE
THREE WEEKS LATER
Silas
I lie on the table, trusting my fiancée to finish the tattoo.
Her hand is steady as she works.
Buster is so relaxed he’s curled up in the corner of my office, sleeping soundly, as my woman pricks at me a few more times.
“It’s almost done,” she says, her voice shaking with emotion.
