Page 310 of By His Rule

Ignoring the seat for a moment, I walk over to the railing and look out over the city.

We’ve barely had a chance to explore yet, but I’m looking forward to the next few days here.

In just a few short months with Kian, I’ve traveled more than I ever thought I would. It’s been incredible, seeing just a small part of the world with him.

I shiver as the light breeze blows around me, the loose tendrils of hair tickling my face.

I expect Kian to join me, but his warmth never comes.

He isn’t far away, though. My skin tingles with awareness, just like it always does when he’s watching me.

“Lorelei,” he says, his deep voice cutting through the air.

“Yeah?”

“Turn around,” he demands.

Just like always, I follow orders, ripping my gaze from the view in favor of finding him.

I spin around, but I don’t find what I’m expecting.

Kian isn’t standing before me, waiting to cuddle up on the swing seat. Instead, he’s…

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my hand lifting to cover my gaping mouth.

He’s on one knee.

He’s on one freaking knee.

My heart begins to race, yet I’m pretty sure I stop breathing as Kian holds out a small black box.

“Lorelei, you rejected me from the get-go and ensured that I would never forget you,” he starts, making me laugh. “From the first moment I saw you—which, by the way, was long before my brother’s wedding—I knew there was something different about you. Even then, you weren’t scared to voice your opinion and tell me what you really thought of me. You enthralled me, confused me, and captivated me.

“The day I saw you inside Callahan Enterprises, I just knew I couldn’t let you work for anyone else. You were there for me. You just didn’t know it yet.

“Every day, you make me a better person. A better brother, uncle, friend, boyfriend, and hopefully one day, a better husband.

“Lorelei Anne Tempest, will do you me the honor of agreeing to be my wife and spend the rest of your life by my side?”

“Kian,” I breathe, unable to believe what I’m seeing and hearing.

Kian flips the ring box open, but I can’t take my eyes away from his for a second to look at it.

I’m lost in the emotion and hope that’s swimming inside them.

Seconds pass, but I barely notice as I lose myself in the feeling of the moment.

The surprise. The joy.

The love.

“Temptress, I think it’s about now that you’re meant to say something,” he says almost nervously.

Surely he doesn’t think I’d even consider saying no?

“Yes, Kian. Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” I cry.

In a heartbeat, I’m on my knees before him, my arms locked around his neck and my lips on his. Any thoughts of the ring have been long forgotten as I lose myself in my fiancé.

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