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He paused for a moment and then he said, “I can get you a name of someone I trust with my life.”
“Thanks, Oliver.”
“You’ll tell me the good news? When you’re ready?”
I smiled even though the older man couldn’t see me. “I’ll do you one better. You’ll get to meet him soon. How about that?”
“I’d like that. Your father…he asked me to look out for you. I wish you would’ve let me.”
“I’m letting you now.”
I hung up with Oliver and then I went downstairs to see my fiancé.
My heart melted when I thought of the man I was marrying. The man who wanted to do the exact same thing for me.
“This is the least romantic engagement in the history of the world,” I muttered Monday morning. “I can’t tell people this story.”
Bones wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we stepped out of the courthouse with our marriage license. We had to wait three days before we could officially tie the knot. “I guess this is a bad time to talk about your ring.”
“I already have a ring,” I said.
He looked at me as we headed toward the car. “I’m supposed to get you the ring. You get that, right?”
I threw him a look. “There’s a tradition in my family. The engagement ring is always an heirloom, but the wedding band is new.”
“So…”
“So, I’ve had my engagement ring picked out since I was sixteen years old. It’s in a safety deposit box.”
“You want to talk about unromantic?” he asked. “So let me get this straight. I’m off the hook from buying you an engagement ring and I’m permanently moving into your house. Is there anything I get to provide as the man?”
I looked up at him and flashed him a devilish grin.
He unclipped the sunglasses from the collar of his shirt and slid them on. “I know what’s on your mind, clearly.”
“Does it bother you? Really?” I asked, my smile slipping.
“That you come from money? No, Duchess. It doesn’t bother me. If your money dried up tomorrow, I’d still be able to take care of you. Not at the level that you’ve clearly grown accustomed to, but you’d be fine.” He smirked.
My phone rang and I dug it out of my purse. “Hold on a sec.” I pressed a button and put it to my ear. “Hi, Helen.”
“There are two men in your house!” my housekeeper screeched.
“Two men?” I asked, shooting a look at Bones.
“They say they’re friends of your boyfriend. By the way, when did you get a boyfriend?”
“Hang on a second.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and put it on mute. “There are two men in my house?”
“Prospects,” Bones clarified.
“Why are there prospects in my house?”
“They’re standing guard.”
“But why?” I asked.
“In case there’s trouble. I doubt anyone is dumb enough to try and break in twice, but better safe than sorry.”
