Page 117 of Enthrall Secrets
“I’ll call Cameron and tell him my plans. He’s on New York time, so I’ll call him early. I’ll tell Richard as soon as I get into Enthrall. He’ll be supportive, I just know it.”
Ethan gave a nod of approval and turned to walk into the house. “We received something. I opened it. Hope you don’t mind.”
I followed him back in and he handed me a heavy cream envelope with gold embossed writing.
He gestured to it. “I say we beat them to it.”
I raised my gaze to look at him.
“Scarlet, just you and me, saying our vows on the beach. Hawaii, maybe? I can book it today. If you like.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
“No.”
I blinked at him.
“I mean, yes. I mean…I wanted to make sure you liked the idea first before I asked.”
“That sounds like a proposal.”
“I didn’t get the ring yet.” He lowered his gaze. “To be totally honest, I saw you standing out there in my socks and I thought, ‘I can’t live without this woman’.”
I couldn’t help grinning.
He stepped forward. “I’ve been wondering whether I could ever cope with a no from you. And worried that, by asking you to be my wife and to commit to us entirely, I might push you away from me. What then? How the fuck could I even exist without you?”
I laughed. “So you’re asking for a ‘yes’ before I say ‘yes’.”
“Did I fuck up?”
“Not really.”
“I fucked up.”
“Go stand in the garden and wait for me.”
“Why?” He looked worried.
“Just do it.”
We both set our mugs down on the counter and he headed out to the garden, glancing back at me cautiously. It made me smile.
This man made jurors tremble, sent evil criminals away for life, and yet when it came to me he always showed such respect, such love.
Heading into our bedroom, I made my way over to the bedside cabinet and pulled out the small black box. Placing it on top of the envelope, I went back out to the garden.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed when he noticed what I was carrying.
I lifted the lid and showed him the fine gold band. “Ethan Neilson, will you marry me?”
“Is that like an engagement ring?”
“Yes.”
He beamed as he reached for the band and slipped it onto his left ring finger. “Let’s get married this afternoon.” He shook his head. “We need a marriage license. I know a judge who can expedite it.”
“I like the sound of Hawaii.” I set the little black box on the wrought-iron table nearby. “Let’s plan a getaway.”
