‘I know.’ Jaye had been uncharacteristically tight-lipped about their accommodation for tonight. And Megan’s impatient hopes had been tempered by trust. Jaye would do the right thing, at the right time.
He took her bag from her hand and put it on the ground next to his. ‘I’d planned this differently, but I can’t wait...’
She knew, from the look in his eyes, what he was talking about. ‘I love it that you can’t wait. Neither can I.’
He dropped to one knee in front of her. ‘I’ll have your answer, then.’
‘I’ll have your question first.’ Megan smiled down at him, her heart thumping. She so wanted to hear the words.
‘Will you marry me, Megan?’
Just a few seconds, which would change her life for good. Megan was trembling, almost crying with happiness.
‘Yes, Jaye.’
‘You’re sure?’ He was teasing now, a broad smile on his face. ‘You don’t want to think about it? It’s a lot to take on. There’s a title, and a house...’
‘I’ll take you, Jaye. The rest is just incidental.’
He took her hand and kissed it. ‘I have a ring. It’s what all the form-filling was about...’
She could only see a blurred flash through her tears. But she felt the band slide onto her finger, like an absolute bond that could never be broken. When he got to his feet, kissing away her tears, she saw all the promise of the years ahead in his eyes.
‘You like it?’
She looked down at her hand. A pale blue sapphire, flanked on either side by two weighty diamonds. ‘It’s beautiful. Thank you, Jaye.’
He wound his arms around her shoulders and she clung to him. ‘I really wish you’d stop crying...’
‘Happiness, Jaye. You’re going to have to get used to it.’
‘I suppose I will. Because it’s my job to make you happy now, and I intend to do it well.’
Megan laughed against his chest. ‘Consider yourself employed. No trial period.’
He kissed her, and a loud whoop sounded from inside the airport building. When Megan looked round, she saw the two customs officers behind the glass, both waving and smiling.
‘They knew?’ She grinned up at Jaye.
‘I didn’t know myself until I was on my knees. I was going to wait until tonight to wine and dine you...’
‘This was so much better. No champagne or beautiful rooms. Just you.’
‘Really?’
Megan grinned. ‘I’ll take the champagne and the beautiful room later.’
He took her hand. ‘Coming right up, Milady.’
‘Oh, no. None of this “Milady” business. It doesn’t suit me.’
He chuckled, brushing another kiss onto her lips. ‘Too bad. You’re going to have to get used to it.’
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