Page 88 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

He laughed, tears turning his blue eyes brilliant. “How many items are there?”

She cleared her throat and checked the paper, front and back. “Um, really only three.”

“Let’s hear them then.”

“Number two, don’t try to tell me you’re not good enough for...anything or anyone. I don’t know who fed you that bull crap, but if I find out I’ll shove it up their nose, too.”

He choked before managing to ask, “Number three?”

She trembled. The last item on her list was no small thing, and she didn’t know what he would do with it. “Number three...”

You can do this.

“I love you.”

His jaw dropped.

She rushed to add, “If you’re going to tell me it’s situational or as a result of some kind of Stockholm Syndrome, save it. I know how I feel.”

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her in while he bent his head. “Thank you, God,” he whispered as he kissed her again. And again, and again.

“I love you, too.” He sounded incredulous and happy, and he pressed one hand against her lower back, bringing her even closer to him. “And I need you.”

She jerked her eyes up to his face. “For what?”

“I need—” his eyes slipped down to focus on her lips, “—to kiss you.” He dipped his head and kissed her until she could hardly breathe right. “To love you, to see you spread out on a bed with soft sheets.”

He lifted his head for a moment and grinned. “That need never seems to go away.” He kissed her again and again, till she was dizzy and clutching at him for support.

“I need to make love to you, Georgia,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue circling the sensitive lobe.

Georgia groaned. “Peter...I...”

“I don’t think that need willevergo away, either.” he interrupted.

“Oh. What—”

He nipped at the skin below her ear then soothed it with his tongue. “Marry me?”

Georgia’s eyes popped open. “What? What did you say?” She pushed at his shoulders, wanting to see his face.

He let her put about an inch between them and stared down at her. “Marry me?”

“You want me to m-marry you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? You said you couldn’t,wouldn’tmarry. You said you were never home. You said—”

“I was wrong and an idiot.” He let out a deep breath. “And as for my job, that’s changing.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. I’ll still be working for the CIA, but in a different capacity. They’ve decided that I’m so good at sneaking around that I should share what I know. I’ll be teaching little spies how to stay alive.”

“Oh.” Georgia didn’t know what to say. Her brain was blank.

“So, will you marry me?”

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