You Say It First
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“I’m glad you think so.”
He surprised her by dropping to one knee and taking her hand. Um, no. Surprised was not the word. Stunned was better. She stared at him.
“Nick?”
“I love you, Pallas. Thank you for taking a chance on me, on us. Being with you is the best part of my life. I want to make you happy and be with you for as long as possible. Marry me. Please.”
She couldn’t think or breathe or see anything but the amazing man she’d had the good fortune to fall in love with.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He stood and drew her against him, then kissed her. They hung on to each other before he stepped back and pulled a small Tiffany box from his pocket and opened it. Inside a beautiful diamond solitaire winked hello, gorgeous.
Pallas’s hands were shaking as he slid the ring into place.
Nick kissed her again. “So, I was thinking. What are your thoughts on planning your own wedding?”
“No, thanks. I do that for a living.” She bit her lower lip. “Unless it’s important to you. I should have asked first. Whatever you want is fine.”
“I’m thinking elopement.”
“Really? Because that would be great.”
He smiled and touched her cheek. “It turns out Atsuko is friends with the US ambassador to Italy. He’s put me in touch with someone who can make all the arrangements. If you’d like to get married in Italy.”
She started to laugh. “Gee, let me think about that for a second.”
He kissed her. “So Italy, then.”
“Anytime, anywhere.”
“That’s my girl.”
He kissed her again and she hung on as if she would never let go. Which was kind of the plan.
He surprised her by dropping to one knee and taking her hand. Um, no. Surprised was not the word. Stunned was better. She stared at him.
“Nick?”
“I love you, Pallas. Thank you for taking a chance on me, on us. Being with you is the best part of my life. I want to make you happy and be with you for as long as possible. Marry me. Please.”
She couldn’t think or breathe or see anything but the amazing man she’d had the good fortune to fall in love with.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He stood and drew her against him, then kissed her. They hung on to each other before he stepped back and pulled a small Tiffany box from his pocket and opened it. Inside a beautiful diamond solitaire winked hello, gorgeous.
Pallas’s hands were shaking as he slid the ring into place.
Nick kissed her again. “So, I was thinking. What are your thoughts on planning your own wedding?”
“No, thanks. I do that for a living.” She bit her lower lip. “Unless it’s important to you. I should have asked first. Whatever you want is fine.”
“I’m thinking elopement.”
“Really? Because that would be great.”
He smiled and touched her cheek. “It turns out Atsuko is friends with the US ambassador to Italy. He’s put me in touch with someone who can make all the arrangements. If you’d like to get married in Italy.”
She started to laugh. “Gee, let me think about that for a second.”
He kissed her. “So Italy, then.”
“Anytime, anywhere.”
“That’s my girl.”
He kissed her again and she hung on as if she would never let go. Which was kind of the plan.
