She gasped when he opened the chamber door, and held the T-shirt to her breast. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and a bra.
“A bit late for belated shows of modesty, don’t you agree?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to speak to you of marriage.”
She let out a growl, and jerked the top over her head.
“Be reasonable.”
“Why should I marry you?”
And somehow, even with all the reasons, all the logic that existed inside of him, there was only one answer that came to him. Only one that resonated in his soul.
“Because I want you.”
And then Livia let out a cry, closed the space between them and flung herself into his arms.