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“What?” I asked softly.
“I love you, too,” he said earnestly, walking toward me. “That’s what I wanted to tell you last night but I was drunk and stupid and—”
I cut him off, holding up my hand.
“Wait just a damn minute,” I said. “You love me too?” I looked up at him and Roarke smiled, walking toward me.
“So, if you feel the same way, we can be together. Right?” I asked almost cockily.
I bit my lip. This was what I wanted. This wasexactlywhat I wanted but I didn’t know if I could trust it.
“You want me to be the next ex-Mrs. Brentwood?” I asked, joking slightly but not really.
Roarke shook his head. “No. I’m not getting married again until I know it’s real.”
I huffed out a breath. It stung a little that he didn’t know if what he had with me was for real, but I understood.
“So, we’re going to try this? For real?” I asked, and Roarke frowned.
“Not if you don’t come over here and give me a kiss,” he said, pouting at me. It reminded me of the night before when he was sitting on my kitchen floor.
I still felt hesitant somehow. It seemed like this was a dream, like it wasn’t real, but it was. Roarke really loved me. He really said it.
I walked into his arms and he kissed me immediately, but it wasn’t rough and passionate like all the other kisses before. It was soft, sweet, like a first kiss, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Don’t make that sound or we’ll never make it out of the office,” he murmured.
“We’re leaving the office?” I asked.
“Hell yes. We’re going on a real date, you and I,” he said.
“What about work?” I asked.
“Since your father is playing Cupid for us, I don’t think he’ll mind covering for us for a bit. We’re taking a few days off."
I grinned, slowly starting to believe it. “Really?”
“Really,” he said, and cleared his throat. “I just have something to do first.”
I stared at him, shocked. “What do you mean, you have something to do?”
“I mean I have something to do, Magda, don’t nag me already,” he teased, still loosely holding me in his arms.
I pulled away, frowning. “Okay, fine, but be back in an hour.”
“I’ll do my best,” he said, and he hurried out of there like the office was on fire.
What the hell was he up to? And how was I supposed to just wait around now that I knew that Roarke Brentwood loved me? I rubbed my hands over my hot face.
It tooktwohours,but Roarke finally returned, and this time, he was dressed differently, wearing a new suit. I frowned, confused, as he called me out to the water cooler.
“What is all this?" I asked, and he handed me a bouquet of spring flowers. I sniffed them, smiling slightly. This was cute, but I wasn’t sure where it was going. Then I saw my father standing at the back of the building, smiling at us. Everyone came out of the woodwork, watching and smiling, as if Roarke had told them to watch.
“Roarke, what are you doing?” I asked as he stepped forward, and then he got down on one knee, holding out a small box. “Oh my God.” I held a hand over my mouth. This couldn’t be happening.
Not right now. He just told me he loved me, for god’s sake.
“Hear me out,” he said. “I know that it’s early, but I’m a big believer of ‘when you know, you know’ and I need to tell you that I know, Magda. I know that you’re the one. I've done this before.”
