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“Always,” Magnus assured her as he followed her out of the kitchen.
The moment they reached Magnus’s bedroom and the door was closed and locked behind them, she threw herself into his arms.
Those arms closed around her like metal bars, keeping her inside that shield of protection and everyone else out. The hunger in Magnus’s kisses told her that was exactly what he intended doing for the rest of their life.
“Marry me?” he murmured long minutes later, the two of them now lying on top of the duvet, their legs entwined as they faced each other on the pillows.
“Yes.”
His brows rose. “Just like that? No more questions or protests or doubts, just yes?”
“Yes,” she repeated. “I love you, Magnus, and I truly am sorry that I ever doubted your intentions, even for a moment.”
“You’re forgiven,” he came back immediately. “But just so that you know, I would never have agreed to Fergus going to Washington to speak with the Carluccis without discussing it with you first.”
Sapphie believed him. She loved him. She was going to marry him.
And somehow, some way, the two of them, along with Angel, were going to find their happy ever after. In whatever shape and design suited them.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The flightto Washington in the privately owned Wynter Security jet was far more comfortable than the commercial airplane, with its cramped seating, that Sapphie and Angel had flown to England on when they fled Washington two years ago.
The main cabin of the Wynter-owned plane seated twelve people comfortably in wide seats that were more like armchairs and arranged in clusters of four. When those seats tilted all the way back, a footrest swung out from beneath it, turning it into a full-length bed. The shower room and toilet were as luxurious as those in a five-star hotel: Sapphie had stayed in a few of those when she was with Marco.
There was also an actual bedroom at the back of the cabin, with a king-size bed and an adjoining full en suite bathroom.
Sapphie, Angel, and Magnus occupied one of the sets of four chairs on takeoff. Fergus sat at another one with the three men, employees of Wynter Security, they had brought with them as added protection.
Linus had reluctantly remained in London. Reluctantly, because Magnus had explained Linus didn’t like animals. Nevertheless, the youngest Wynter brother had assured a concerned Angel that he would take very good care of Angus and Henry while she was away, and that they would be waiting for her when she came back.
Sapphie really hoped that last part was true.
Especially the part about Angel coming back.
Sapphie knew she was placing an awful lot of trust in not just Magnus, but in the hope the situation might have changed. That the last two years might have mellowed the Carluccis’ attitude and they could now all sit and talk about the situation like reasonable adults.
That hope and the belief that Magnus and the other men would protect her and Angel were the only reasons she had felt able to fly to Washington, DC, at all.
Sapphie had put Angel down for a nap in the bedroom a short time ago, leaving the door slightly ajar when she returned to her seat, so that she could hear her daughter when she woke up.
“You weren’t exaggerating when you said you’re richer than the Carluccis,” she said ruefully, having resumed her seat opposite Magnus.
Magnus chuckledas he stood up to sit in the chair next to her, where Angel had previously been sitting, before he took Sapphie’s hand in his. “Which doesn’t mean I’m suddenly going to turn into an entitled dickhead like your husband did,” he assured.
She shook her head. “I didn’t think you were.”
“No?” He raised skeptical eyebrows.
She grimaced. “If I did, even for a moment, then it was my own insecurities talking and has absolutely nothing to do with the truthful and honorable man I know you to be.”
Magnus lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “I’m not feeling in the least honorable when it comes to wishing it was the two of us secluded in the privacy of the bedroom at the back of the cabin right now.”
He saw Sapphie’s breath catch in her throat, no doubt in reaction to seeing the fire burning in the depth of his eyes.
“Are you really sure about us?” she prompted with a worried frown. “It was all a bit rushed. I don’t want you to feel trapped?—”
Magnus’s lips crashing down on hers silenced whatever else she had been about to say.
