Page 94 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

When they reached the dock, Jack was there, though she hadn’t seen any hint of him before this, to tie up the tiny craft.

“Well?” he asked Smitty with the air of a man who would not be denied.

Smitty smirked. “She asked me first.”

Jack’s gaze bounced to Abby. “You did?”

“I did,” Abby confirmed with narrow eyes on Smitty’s face. “You were going to ask me?”

He grinned, reached into his other pocket, pulled out a small box, and opened it. Inside was a lovely gold ring with a sapphire stone surrounded by a ring of small diamonds.

It was gorgeous.

“Will you wearmyring?” He said it with extra emphasis.

“Yourring?”

“Left to me by my grandmother for the woman I fell in love with—you.”

“I would be so honored to wear it,” she whispered, then held out her left hand so he could slide it onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly.

Abby gazed into Smitty’s eyes and leaned toward him, wanting his kiss more than she wanted anything else in the whole world.

“Finally!” Jack said loud enough to make them jerk apart to stare at him. “Now, stay out of trouble. I’d like to get a full night’s sleep.”

They watched the old man stomp toward town.

“We’re not going to make this easy for him, are we?” Smitty asked.

Abby looked at him and winked. “Where would the fun be in that?”

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