Page 167 of Where We Bloom

He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a ring that takesmybreath away.

“Holy shit.”

His lips twitch. “I need an answer, bumble.”

Taking his face in my hands, I lean in to press my lips to his. “Of course, billionaire. Nothing would make me happier than being your wife.”

His smile is so bright, it lights me up inside as he pushes the ring, with the biggest oval diamond I’ve ever seen in my life, onto my finger. Then he stands, and I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing me until my toes curl.

“I’m going to keep you on your toes,” I inform him as we continue walking down the path. “There won’t ever be a dull moment.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“How quickly can we have a baby?”

He stops and stares down at me and then tugs me to him once more, but this time, his hands slide down to my ass, and he presses his growing cock into me. “You want me to put a baby inside you,a ghrá?”

“Lots of babies,” I confirm.

“I’ll never deny you anything. But let’s get married first. I’m thinking next month should be enough time to plan.”

I laugh and cup his face. “That’s no time at all. I don’t think we can make that work.”

“Money talks, bumble. We’ll get married, and you can plan on being pregnant by Christmas.”

I frown up at him. “That’s fast.”

“You want it.” He shrugs and kisses my forehead. “So you’ll have it. Anything you want.”

“Tell me you love me.”

His gaze softens. “More than all the stars in the sky.”

Epilogue

BLAKE BLACKWELL

Denver International Airport is always busy. I have plenty of time on this layover, which I scheduled on purpose in case there was any weather to worry about. Of course, Denver’s having a heat wave this year, so we won’t have any issues taking off.

Which is good because I’m due back at the hospital tomorrow.

I make my way to the gate and see that they’re boarding, so I get in line and find my seat in first class. I always sit in the aisle.

Just as I’ve fastened my seatbelt and settled in the seat, a woman who immediately has my attention boards the plane.

Hello, gray-eyed beauty.

She’s tall and lean, with thick dark hair that’s currently up in a messy bun.

She’s wearing glasses, and those gray eyes narrow as she looks down the aisle toward the back of the plane.

As she waits for the person ahead of her to shuffle forward, her gaze lowers to mine. She doesn’t smile. She blinks. And then, to my utter delight, she lifts one perfect eyebrow.

And I couldn’t stop my grin if I wanted to.

She smirks and walks past me, and the moment is over.

The flight attendants go through their routine of making sure everyone is buckled up, and then, to my surprise, we’re taking off on time.

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