“How about yes?” he asked. Anxiety tightened his chest. The thought of her saying no knifed at his gut.
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
Okay, that was a start. “You’re killing me here, woman. Will you marry me?”
She laughed, her lashes still damp with tears. “Yes.”
Relief washed over him, and he kissed her. Everyone in the lobby cheered. Logan and Lucy looked around them and then at each other, laughing. Offering her his hand, Logan helped Lucy to her feet.
He leaned close to her ear. “There’s a very real ring in our room waiting for you. But if you want to throw in a fantasy item, like say a red bra, I can live with that.”
THE END