She reached for the ring but hesitated before she touched it. “No more barriers.”
“None.”
“No more priests.”
“Only at the wedding.”
“No more guns.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“No more using each other or accusing of using each other.”
“I promise, except for in the case of sex.” The serious tone he used to deliver those words made her laugh.
“Yes.”
Hotsuma stood slowly, his gaze questioning. “Yes?”
“Yes, Hotsuma Mizuno, formerly eleventh and now thirty-eighth head of the Mizuno family, I will marry you.”
His sudden hard hug startled the breath out of her. Lulu gasped and giggled as she returned the strength of his embrace and breathed in his scent. Musk minus the incense. So long as Hotsuma inhabited Masato’s body, Lulu would never smell the incense again. Hotsuma was free and they were together.
Zenobia Renquist
Whether as D. Reneé Bagby or Zenobia Renquist, Reneé lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband and two cats.
She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers.
On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Reneé likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain mail weave.
Visit her websites at http://dreneebagby.com and http://zenobiarenquist.com.
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