“Don’t sweetheart me, Wilde. You cannot seriously be thinking of giving me a speeding ticket when I’m rushing to meetyoufor dinner.”
He loved it when she got irritated with him and called him Wilde like that. “There is never an excuse to break the law,” he pointed out. “Please step out of the vehicle.” His cop talk only irritated her more.
She opened the door and stood. “Seriously, Wilde, this is ridiculous. Don’t I get a warning or something? Doesn’t sleeping with you get me a pass?”
He tried not to laugh. “No.” He waved his hand for her to move. “Step to the back of the vehicle.”
She did, folded her arms over her chest, raising her tantalizing breasts, and huffed out a frustrated breath. Then her gaze turned sultry. “Are you going to search me, Officer?” She unfolded her arms, spun very slowly, put her hands on the back of her SUV and leaned forward, pushing her really nice ass out toward him.
He nearly groaned and forgot why he’d pulled her over in the first place. He leaned in close, his body inches from hers, but begging to be pressed against her soft curves, and said, “Turn around, Cyn.”
She did and leaned back against the car, arms folded again, anger flashing in her eyes and her mouth set in an adorable pout, though he wouldn’t tell her he thought so. “This is not amusing, Wilde.”
He opened his ticket book and started writing. “Speeding is dangerous, sweetheart. I’m just trying to keep you safe. Because I love you.” He finished what he wanted to write and looked at her. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I want to protect you and love you and be with you always.”
She lost all trace of anger, dropped her arms and gave him a soft smile. “I love you, too.”
Before she got angry again, he dropped to one knee and held up the ticket he’d written for her that wasn’t a ticket at all, but a proposal. He’d scrawled in red ink across the pageWill You Marry Me?With two boxes he’d drawn next to the wordsYesandNobeneath the question.
He held up the pen.
She shouted, “Yes!” knocked his arm aside, took his face in her hands and kissed him soundly.
He laughed and kissed her back. “You have to make it official.”
She took the pen and markedYes.
His rapidly beating heart soared.
“Sign it.”
She took the book and with a wide grin signed her name at the bottom like she’d had to do on all the other tickets he’d issued her. This one they’d keep, maybe frame it and put it up on the wall in the house.
While she did that, he pulled the ring from his pocket and held it up to her. The second she saw it, she dropped the ticket book and pen and pressed her fingers to her lips.
Her eyes went wide and filled with tears. “Hunt. Where did you find something like that?”
He took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. “I had it made from a design I saw online. That’s why it’s taken me this long to ask you.” He kissed her knuckle above the ring on her finger and stood. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. It’s perfect.”
The butterfly ring was everything he hoped it would turn out to be. Three diamonds made up the butterfly body. And because Cyn loved blue, the bottom wings were pear-shaped sapphires and the larger top wings were marquise-cut London blue topazes.
“Custom-made just for you.”
Cyn held her hand up with the other and stared at it. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“I’d do anything for you, sweetheart. I wanted you to have something special, something you’d love forever.”
Her watery gaze settled on him. “I already have that, Hunt. I have you.”
Stunned and touched beyond measure by her words, he took her in his arms. The kiss they shared was tender and sweet and went on and on because Hunt loved kissing his fiancée. He couldn’t wait to make her his wife.
Cyn walked into Chase and Shelby’s home holding Hunt’s hand, unable to contain her smile or excitement.
Shelby had picked up Eliza and Lana from the sitter earlier and walked to Cyn to hand over Lana.
Cyn raised her hands to take the baby, but Shelby pulled Lana back to her chest, her eyes went wide and she sputtered, “W-what is that?” She notched her chin toward Cyn’s hand, then looked past Cyn at Hunt standing behind her. “You proposed without telling us first?”