I hold my wrist out, and he clasps it on.
“It’s beautiful.” I lean forward and kiss his lips.
“Then there’s this.” He holds up the ring, and I hold out my hand. “I wanna get you a new one.”
“I don’t need a new one.”
“You sure?”
“We’ve talked about this. Regretting any of it takes away the things we love. I will never stop loving Collin and …”
“You love forever.”
“I do.”
“Not yet.” He smiles, pushing back his chair and dropping down on one knee. “Tess Ross-Abraham, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Smiling, I nod up and down and laugh. “Yes.”
He takes my hand.
Collin’s ring is still on my finger. I look at it and feel sadness creeping in, mixed with guilt that it may hurt Lucas. But he shocks me by taking my hand and kissing my ring.
“Give me the other.”
I shake my head. “Lucas—”
“No. I don’t want you to take it off. Give me the other hand.” He grabs it and pushes the ring on my finger. Then he stands up, grabs me in his arms, and spins me around.
I kiss him as he sets me on my feet. I start to pull his shirt off, but he stops me.
“Not until it’s official.”
I laugh, thinking he must be joking.
“Not chancing it, baby.”
“Oh, so you’re going all traditional on me?”
“Sure am. I asked your father, your kids, God.” He laughs.
“You did?”
“I did.”
I bite my lip and look down at his pants.
“Not fair. Sit down and look at this.” He sits, and I plop my ass on his lap and look at the computer screen. “BlueBay Villas Dorados in Puerto Rico.”
“BlueBay. I like it.”
“Perfect, because that’s where you’ll become Mrs. Lucas Links and where you’ll get off again.”
Again, I laugh, but when I look over at him, I see it. He’s determined.
Shit.
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