Page 97 of Brage & Dinah

"I want to give you all of me." He moistened his lips, sensing the room quieting. "Will you marry me? Will you become Dinah Ann Olden?"

She nodded. "Absolutely."

He slipped the ring off his pinky and reached for her hand. Sliding the silver band lined with diamonds onto her finger, he caught her as he stood and picked her up.

"I love you so much." She kissed him deeply. "I am going to love being your wife."

He set her on her feet. Before he could respond, cheers went up in the clubhouse. He wrapped Dinah in his arms to the congratulations of the club.

"Sing," shouted one of his MC brothers.

"Ja. Sing."

"Sing."

The chant went out. He looked down in Dinah's hopeful eyes and couldn't deny her anything. Stone cold sober, he sang, holding his woman. A song that he felt deeply.

And, he sang in Norwegian.

It didn't matter that Dinah couldn't understand any of the words. Her smile told him she understood his feelings. And, they made her feel good.

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