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“Three times,” Richard called out from the back and Roarke shook his head, laughing.
“Exactly. I’ve done it three times, but my brother told me that maybe fourth time is the charm, and I know that it is. You’re my charm, Magda. You make everything brighter. You make me feel young again and you drive mecrazybut in the best way. And I can’t wait to see what life is like with you now that we can be free to just be ourselves and not hide. I love you more than I thought possible and I don’t want to waste another minute without you. I already wasted too many being a stubborn ass.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, and his face softened. “So, what do you say, sweetheart? Will you marry me?”
He opened the ring box and inside was ahugediamond, set inside a princess cut with rubies all around it.
“How did you know I love rubies?” I breathed, and Roarke chuckled.
“Your old man told me,” he said quietly, but I didn’t care if the whole office heard it. I loved Roarke and I loved my father, and I was glad that we had his blessing.
I didn’t care anymore what the rest of the office thought.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart. You gonna tell me yes or no?” Roarke pleaded, looking up at me with stricken green eyes.
“Yes! Of course, yes!” I cried, and he stood up and swept me into a big bear hug, kissing along the side of my face.
The office started to applaud and I whispered in Roarke’s ear.
“You still owe me a date,” I said.
“As many as you can stand, Riley,” he answered, and then he kissed me.
He led me out to his car to the sound of the applause, and opened the door for me.
“Oh,nowyou’re a gentleman,” I giggle, giddy.
“Because you’re such a lady,” he teased back.
I grinned at him. I wanted this to last forever, and all I could hope was that it did.
“So, you were never getting back together with Grace?” I asked.
“Never,” he answered. “Did you ever really consider seeing Mark?”
“Never,” I repeated his word back to him. “I could only think of you.”
Roarke sighed in relief. “Thank God.”
“You’re the jealous type,” I accused.
“Damn straight,” he answered. “So are you.”
“I am,” I agreed. “That’s one more thing we have in common.”
Roarke barked out a laugh as he put the car in gear and I looked down at my clothes, frowning.
“I want to change into something nice,” I said, and Roarke groaned.
“Here I am, trying to take you out and you keep being difficult,” he accused.
“I’m not being difficult. I just want to dress up for you. Is that so wrong?” I pouted.
Roarke grinned at me at the red light. “We’re arguing again.”
“I think that’s kind of our dynamic, Roarke.”
“You're right.”
He leaned over and kissed me before the light changed. “I want to fight with you forever.”
