Page 233 of Cold Case, Warm Hearts

“Yeah, ask her,” Jake said mockingly. His dark eyes gleamed with laughter.

Wynne punched him. “We should leave them alone for this,” she said.

“Not on your life.” Jake crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair.

“You wanting lessons for when you finally find someone crazy enough to marry you?” Max asked. He wanted to look at Becca, but he was suddenly scared. Maybe she didn’t love him that way.

He finally dared to raise his gaze and look into Becca’s blue eyes. The love he felt for her nearly silenced him. His breath whispered against her ear. “Marry me, Becca. I can’t live without you.”

“That’s no way to propose,” Jake scoffed. “You’re supposed to get on your knees. And after what you’ve put her through, she deserves that much.”

“Jake,” Becca said threateningly. “Shut up.”

He spread his hands. “I was just trying to help.”

“Okay, fine.” Max got up and knelt beside Becca. Before he could say anything, she put her hand over his lips then got down on the floor beside him.

“Don’t you know by now never to listen to my brother? You don’t have to grovel.”

“I’d grovel gladly,” he whispered as he took her in his arms. “You’re the love of my life, Becca. Will you marry me?”

Becca put her hand over her mouth, and he could see it was all she could do not to burst into laughter. “Okay, but you have to promise to never listen to my brother again.”

“Agreed,” he said as his lips met hers.

The End

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