by Elle Aycart
“It’s nothing.” By the look on her face, she wasn’t going to let it go, but he forged ahead. “So, our date. Is there a reason you’re waiting for me in your underwear?”
“Do not distract me. What is that?”
“I bought you something, but I planned to give it to you later. For your birthday,” he improvised.
“It’s two months until my birthday. Why are you carrying it around?”
Why? Because this town had it in for him. Of course they had to blast that damn siren just as he was coming home from buying Sky an engagement ring. He would have sat it out, but Sky had been ready on the porch with their two bug-out bags, waiting for him. Arnie by her side. Then Alec and Megan’s truck had skidded into their driveway, and that was it.
“You’re lying to me,” she said, her gaze scrutinizing.
Man, and Logan had been the one admonishing Alec for finding it difficult to lie to his wife.
“I really didn’t want to do this here,” he said, reaching for the box. On the other hand, asking her to marry him in a bunker, with her wearing camouflage underwear, was the kind of crazy that fitted their lives perfectly.
He opened the box and showed the ring to her. The classiest, most expensive one he’d been able to find.
“That’s an engagement ring.” Her voice broke. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“What do you think, Butterfly?”
“You’re already married.”
He tipped her face up to capture her gaze. “No, not anymore. Vivienne signed the divorce papers today.” After months of legal fighting, he’d gotten his freedom. First thing after the signing, he’d gone to buy Sky an engagement ring.
She gaped at him, looking affronted. “You sent me running around the forest and didn’t think to tell me you got divorced? Why didn’t you say anything before? I thought you were traveling on business.”
“Stop stalling. I’ll answer all your questions later, after you answer mine. Are you going to marry me?”
He was feeling fucking unsure. Sky had adapted to life in the backwoods very well, but she was a stylish woman. A love declaration in a bunker, after insane survival training in the forest, freezing their butts, could hardly be her dream scenario.
She didn’t hesitate a second. She threw herself at him, knocking him down. “Yes, yes, yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Relief flooded him. “Really?”
“Of course, you silly.”
“Thank God. I thought a proposal in a bunker was going to be a deal breaker. I had plans to do this in another place.”
She smirked. “Where? In the greenhouse?”
He shook his head and reached for his cell, bringing up the reservations. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want to see, so I bought tickets for all of them.”
“All what?” she asked, confused.
“All the fashion shows,” he said, handing her the cell. “Paris Fashion Week is in two months. Paris, France, mind you. I was going to ask you to marry me up in the Eiffel Tower, at night, drinking champagne. And once we were in France, I thought we could do some sightseeing.”
Sky’s eyes were getting teary. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. “I found a certain cute hotel that—as I know from a very good source—you intended to visit. Megan will look after the shop. Everything’s covered. I had a kickass proposal all prepared.”
“I prefer this one. This one is totally us.”
“I take it you like the idea of the trip, though?”
“Like it? I frigging love it.” Then she stopped abruptly. “Logan, this must have cost a fortune. Can we afford it?”
Man, he loved the “we.” Fucking loved it.
“I don’t need to go. We can do something cheaper,” she continued.
He placed his finger on her lips, silencing her. “My treat.”
“I love you, Alchemist.”
“I love you, Butterfly.”
A loud bark came from outside. Arnie.
“Yeah, yeah,” Logan said. “We love you too.”
Also by Elle Aycart
The Bowen Series:
More than Meets the Ink
Heavy Issues
Inked Ever After
To the Max
Heavy Secrets
Jacked Up
Hard Limits
The OGs Series:
Deep Down
Doomsday Preppers:
Sky’s the Limit
About the Author
After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances.
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Keep in touch with Elle by visiting her at
elleaycart.blogspot.com
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