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My heart stumbles. “You know?”

“Tom figured it out and announced it at my business meeting.”

“Hewhat?” I jolt backward. “I am going tokillhim. He had no right to do that.”

Gage catches my hands and tugs me back to him. “Don’t be mad at Tom. He was just worried for you. Besides, if he hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have been able to put all this together.”

I look at the private rooftop full of flowers as understanding dawns on me. “You’re asking me to marry you because you found out I’m pregnant.”

Gage’s hands tighten on mine. “Iwantthis kid, Violet. I want to be there for both of you. I can give you everything you want. I promise I can make you happy.”

I don’t doubt what he’s saying, and my chest tightens with relief so profound it’s almost like joy.

Gage wants to be a dad. My kid is going to grow up with two parents who want them.

“Oh, Gage,” I breathe.

His hand tangles in my hair and he kisses me. It’s soft and wonderful and desperate, all at once. As I kiss him back, I realize I could spend the rest of my life kissing Gage.

All I need to do is say yes.

But still, some instinct holds me back.

I break the kiss. “Are you sure?”

His smile is rakishly confident. “Absolutely. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Violet.” He loops his arms around the small of my back and guides me closer so that the heat of his body protects me from the wind.

“I can’t stop imagining it,” he admits.

“Really?” I smile shyly. “What are you picturing?”

“Well, first we get married. I’m thinking a small, intimate ceremony next week.”

My heart pounds. “That fast?”

“Why wait?” he laughs.

I smile past a growing sense that something about this is wrong. “What else? What happens after we get married?”

“A long, private, luxurious honeymoon. I don’t really care where. I’m not planning on letting you leave the bed.” He drops a kiss on my neck, and I shudder. Something is missing from the picture he’s painting, but it’s hard to tell what it is when he’s touching me like this.

“And after the honeymoon?” I ask.

“We build a life together,” he says simply. “You’ll quit working and focus on being a mom. Our kid is going to be so lucky to have you.”

The sweet words tug at my heart, but...

I lean back so I can see Gage’s face clearly. “Do you mean I stop working for you, or do you mean I stop working entirely?”

He laughs. “Violet, why would you want to work? I have more than enough money for us both.”

“But what about the community art center I wanted to start?” I ask. “That’s important to me. People deserve an affordable place where they can have a community and build art.”

He brushes my concerns aside with a wave of his hand. “If it’s important to you, we can fund as many community art centers as you want. You don’t need to slave away teaching art classes to have an impact anymore.”

I step out of his arms and almost trip over a bucket of roses. Gage reaches out to catch me, but I hold up a hand to stop him. I wouldn’t need him to catch me if he hadn’t filled the whole damn roof with things to trip over.

“Gage, Iwantto work. I like teaching. You know that.”

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