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What do you love more? Me orGrey’s Anatomy?
Always you. Especially since they killed off McSteamy and McDreamy.
Do you love me more than science?
Infinitely more.
But tonight, I decide to tease him a little.
“Well,” I draw out, “you’re pretty great, but you don’t have a skylight with rainwater jets.”
He laughs and holds me closer, burying his face in my neck. “That’s true, but I did pick out this shower.”
I press my slick body against his big one and look up at the skylight in the ceiling of his shower. Small jets line the perimeter, casting soft streams down on us. It’s dark, so I can see the stars twinkling in the night sky, giving the moment an almost dream-like feel.
“Okay then, I love you more than your amazing shower.”
“Good.” He lifts his head, his eyes hazed with satiation and love as they turn serious. “I want all of you, Nicolette.”
My hand rubs the stubble forming on his jaw, and I frown. “You have all of me.”
He lifts my left hand and kisses the spot on my third finger where a very specific ring might sit. My heart forgets how to beat. “What if I want this?”
I stare at him for a long moment, wondering if he’s really talking about what I think he’s talking about.
“Then you can have it.”
Resting my cheek against his chest, I close my eyes as the steam from the hot shower billows around us.
I know in my heart I would give this man anything he asked for… including myself.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Espionage and a fly
Helix
Staring down at the box in my hand, I smile. This is something I never thought I would do, but when I flick up the lid and see the light catch the enormous solitaire diamond, I know I’m making the right decision.
I am going to propose to Nicolette.
I considered doing it on Valentine’s Day, which is in two weeks, but her sister is getting married that weekend, and I want this proposal to be special and not overshadowed by anything else. And besides, I have very romantic plans to ask Nicolette to be my wife.
For Christmas, I gave her a week-long vacation in Aspen, and the date we scheduled is coming up in March. A secluded cabin. The mountains as a backdrop. A cozy fire in the fireplace. It’s going to be perfect.
When the door to my office opens, I quickly close the box and pocket it, mildly panicking that it’s my future fiancée, though Iknow it’s not. She’s off work for the rest of the day to get her birth control shot.
“Hey, Dad,” I say, relieved to see him striding purposefully inside and closing the door. Until I get a glimpse of his face. “What’s wrong?”
He slams a sheaf of papers down on my desk, and I notice the pallor of his face. “What is this?” he demands.
Looking down at the paper, I inspect the formula with detailed notes below it. “This is our formula for the additive for the new fragrance line.”
“I know,” he says sharply, and I shake my head.
“Is there some kind of problem with it? We’ve tested and re-tested it a million times, so I don’t?—”
He cuts me off. “Look at the next page.”
