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When I keep blinking at him, he pleads, “Say something.”
Max never pleads.
I shake my head and try to form a word. “Ahh…”
“Baby?” He lifts his hand to my cheek. “Talk to me.”
“You shot me?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” It takes another minute before I’m actually able to say, “So, you making a mistake is what actually saved my life?”
Makes frowns at me. “What?”
“They were going to kill me after they got the money. Sure, there was a chance the police would find me, but the odds weren’t in my favor. Youaccidentallyshot me and took me to the hospital.”
“Christ, woman,” he mutters. “Why are you taking this so well?”
“Should I lose my shit instead? Will it help?”
“No.”
I stare at the man I love, and I can’t find it in me to get angry. “What do you want me to say? I know you didn’t mean to shoot me, Max. You took the job to protect me to make up for it. You’ve given me so much more than what youthinkyou took from me that day.”
Max locks eyes with me. “I never thought I’d get the chance to ask for your forgiveness, but will you forgive me?”
“God, this was the question you wanted to ask me? Damn, did I get it wrong,” I mutter. “Of course, I forgive you, Max.”
“Technically, it wasn’t the question I wanted to ask,” he says. “I needed to get this secret out of the way so I could ask youthequestion.”
“Jesus, that sounded confusing.” A smile curves my lips. “What did you want to ask?”
He lifts my hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to my fingers. “Marry me.”
I blink at the man as if he’s lost his mind. “Seriously? That’s an order.” I pull my hand from his. “Try again.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and unbuckling his seat belt, he moves into a kneeling position in front of me. “Cami, will you marry me?”
I used to think I wanted an elaborate proposal, but as I look at Max kneeling before me, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I let out a chuckle. “Okay.”
Intense relief washes over his features, and darting up, he frames my face with his hands and kisses me with a burning passion.
Epilogue
Max
(Six months later…)
I’m the luckiest bastard alive.
I watch as Cami takes photos of surfboards planted into the sand on a beach in Rio de Janeiro.
We’re here because I have a contract to take out an arms dealer, and while I’m scoping the area and target, Cami gets to explore this beautiful country.
There’s a happy smile on her face, and as she lowers the camera, she glances at me. For the past week, something has been different about her, but I can’t put my finger on it.
