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Amara didn’t like that idea much better, however pushing back would make her look like she was disagreeing just for the sake of it. She had silently conceded to the loss of her alone time.It isn’t all bad.The horny heifer in her head argued.

So much change, so quickly.

The courtship they agreed to was almost done. They would announce their engagement soon. Then he wanted to get married before winter officially arrived. She had to remind herself that they were experiencing an unusually warm fall. There wasn’t much time before winter made its appearance. Atleast she didn’t have to plan a wedding. They could sneak off and elope. She hadn’t discussed it with him yet, but she was certain Chase wouldn’t have a problem with it.

“You went quiet on me. Are we all straight? Feeling better about everything?” Chased asked.

Amara nodded. Things were what they were. In a show of how much better he was at dealing with everything, he plunged the room back into darkness and repositioned them, so he spooned her.

Chapter Twelve

Chase

“What’s this?” Amara asked as she stared into the blue velvet box. She leaned forward with her brow furrowed. This wasn’t the reaction that Chase had been expecting.

“It’s an engagement ring. Why are you acting like you are surprised to see it?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting… all of this?” she explained, waving from the box to the flowers and the candles.

His proposal wasn’t a declaration of a lifetime of undying love, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t make it memorable. Amara was so caught up on what they weren’t he felt she missed what they were.

“You won’t have to fudge the details when you’re asked about the proposal.” He was still holding the ring out to her. “A ring is part and parcel of an engagement. Did you not expect me to get you one?”

She sighed. “I did, but not that.” Her voice dropped in a hush whisper. “It looks real.”

Chase matched the volume of her voice. “It is real.”

Her eyes became large saucers. Pressing her hand to her chest, she gasped. “You didn’t!”

“I did. What the hell were you expecting?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a cubic zirconia from a big box store.”

The very thought was offensive. “There was no way I could do that. I think you deserve more than some ring turning your finger green.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Then say yes, so I can slip the ring on your finger.”

“How much did you spend on the ring?”

Who the hell asked that shit?“It really isn’t any of your business.”

“I’m the one who has to wear it,” she shot back.

“Then wear it. Don’t worry about the cost of it. I got you something understated.” Chase had put in time and effort to select a ring that was not only aesthetic but also was functional. The one carat diamond was recessed in the ring’s band.

“Well, thanks,” she said sarcastically.

Grabbing her hand, he slid the ring on her finger. The white gold band looked at home on her long slender digit. “It looks beautiful on you.” He refused to release her hand.

“It’s a beautiful ring,” she complimented.

“I’m glad you like it.” Chase brought her hand to his lips. Then he pressed a kiss to her hand. “We should seal our engagement with a kiss.”

“Nope.” Amara shook her head. “You’re the one who orchestrated this dinner at Rodney’s. We can’t be late.” She stood, pulling her hand from his hold. “Don’t pout.”

“I’m not pouting. Grown men don’t pout.” Chase got to his feet, crowding her space. His hand circled her waist. His head descended, drawing closer to her. She halted him by pressing her finger to his lip.

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