Page 76 of A Game of Ruck
My jaw drops.“But how did you—?Oh, myGod.”
Realization crashes into me, and I am equal parts shocked, impressed, and pissed.
“Did he ask you first?”
My father chuckles, low and rich.
“Askme?Not quite.Tellme?That’s more like it.”
I blink.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s stubborn, this one.”My father’s smile deepens with something like admiration.“Refused to be bought.Didn’t blink when I threatened him.Just looked me dead in the eye and said he loves you—and swore he’d make you see it too.”
My throat goes tight.“He did?”
“He did.Oh, and he said he would sign a prenup and NDA for my peace of mind, but wouldn’t do it behind your back.”
“He did?”I say, smiling so widely it hurts my face.
My father nods slowly, placing a warm, grounding hand on my shoulder.
“Yep.Oh, mija, here he comes, and I think he has something to ask you.”
I turn.
And there he is.
Luca.
Looking like a golden god.Striding toward me like he owns the damn world—no, likeIam his whole world.
Cerulean eyes locked on mine, jaw set, face flushed with emotion and intensity and need.
His jersey is soaked with sweat, clinging to every powerful line of his body.
His teammates are still behind him, breathless and amped, but he only sees me.
Just me.
My knees go weak.
My heart lifts.
And all the stupid doubts that once tried to bury this moment disappear like smoke in the sun.
Because I know my answer.
I’ve always known.
And the second he stops in front of me, dropping to one knee with a ring in hand and his soul in his eyes, I don’t wait.
“Yes,” I whisper, before he even asks.
His grin could light up the whole damn state.
“Gotta let me ask so there is no misunderstanding,” he says and gives me that drop dead gorgeous smirk of his.
