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trotted out of the room. “I’ll call Steven. We’ll take care of everything.”
“Hey, I said I’d think about it,” she called after him.
He smiled as he ignored her. She could try to resist all she wanted, but he was confident he’d be moving her in by the weekend.
“Hello, Roger,” Meg cooed at the black lab she and John had rescued the weekend after she moved in. She squeezed by the big dog and set her bag down on the sofa. “Honey, I’m home,” she called out.
“In the kitchen.”
“Mmm, what’s for… Wow,” she said coming to a stop. The table was set, candles where flickering, and John was pouring wine.
He looked up and smiled, and her insides twisted. Damn. How did he do that?
“Hungry?”
She finally remembered to breathe. “Famished.”
“Good.” He grinned as if he knew she’d been instantly turned on by the sight of him. “I made Chicken Puttanesca.” He pulled out her chair. When she was seated, he leaned down and kissed her gently. “How was your day?”
“Fabulous. Yours?”
“Much better now.” He sat across from her.
Meg laughed softly. He was clearly laying the seduction on thick. She wasn’t complaining. She was actually looking forward to whatever he had in mind. He’d been spoiling her with candlelit dinners, evenings curled by the fireplace, and just about anything else he could seem to think of to romance her. She was loving every minute of it.
So much so, that by the time she finished the dinner he’d cooked, she was ready to crawl across the table and take him right there. He obviously had other plans. He refilled their glasses, took her hand, and led her into the living room. She sat on the sofa while he stoked the fire.
“I was standing right here,” he said, “when I realized the depth of what I’d lost.”
The smile that had been curving Meg’s lips fell. They had an unspoken agreement to not speak of the past anymore, and for the six months that they’d been back together, they’d abided by it. It was over, done. Why bring it up now?
The fire roared back to life and he continued to stare at it. “I knew then that I’d never be that happy again unless you found a way to forgive me. I honestly didn’t know if you ever could.” Finally, he stood and looked at her. “You have, haven’t you? You know I was just a scared kid and that I’ve changed, right?”
“I know. John—”
“I never, not for a moment, stopped wanting you in my life, Megan, I just didn’t know what to do with all of it. I didn’t know how to love you, but I do now.”
“Why are you—” Her question was cut short when he reached in his pocket and pulled out a ring. Meg’s breath caught, and she knew her mouth was hanging open. She didn’t even blink until Roger nudged her, silently begging to be petted. She put her right hand on the dog’s head as John knelt before her and took her left hand.
“I promise to be the man you need me to be, to always be here, to always love you more and give you more, and support you in whatever you do, if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife. Megan, will you marry me?”
She knew the beaming smile on her face told him what he needed, but even so, she whispered, “Yes. I would love to marry you.”
He laughed softly as he slid a platinum band with four diamonds on her finger. He didn’t have to explain. She knew the significance. Four years, four diamonds, four reminders of what could be lost.
“It’s beautiful.”
His hand cupped her face as she lifted her gaze to his. “You’re beautiful. I love you.”
“I love you.” Meg threw her arms around him. She pushed off, knocking him backwards until he was flat on the floor and then kissed him hard. She leaned back to look at him and realized she felt none of the underlying doom that had haunted her when he first returned to town. “We’re getting married,” she squealed.
“We’re getting married,” he confirmed.
As if sensing there was reason to
“Hey, I said I’d think about it,” she called after him.
He smiled as he ignored her. She could try to resist all she wanted, but he was confident he’d be moving her in by the weekend.
“Hello, Roger,” Meg cooed at the black lab she and John had rescued the weekend after she moved in. She squeezed by the big dog and set her bag down on the sofa. “Honey, I’m home,” she called out.
“In the kitchen.”
“Mmm, what’s for… Wow,” she said coming to a stop. The table was set, candles where flickering, and John was pouring wine.
He looked up and smiled, and her insides twisted. Damn. How did he do that?
“Hungry?”
She finally remembered to breathe. “Famished.”
“Good.” He grinned as if he knew she’d been instantly turned on by the sight of him. “I made Chicken Puttanesca.” He pulled out her chair. When she was seated, he leaned down and kissed her gently. “How was your day?”
“Fabulous. Yours?”
“Much better now.” He sat across from her.
Meg laughed softly. He was clearly laying the seduction on thick. She wasn’t complaining. She was actually looking forward to whatever he had in mind. He’d been spoiling her with candlelit dinners, evenings curled by the fireplace, and just about anything else he could seem to think of to romance her. She was loving every minute of it.
So much so, that by the time she finished the dinner he’d cooked, she was ready to crawl across the table and take him right there. He obviously had other plans. He refilled their glasses, took her hand, and led her into the living room. She sat on the sofa while he stoked the fire.
“I was standing right here,” he said, “when I realized the depth of what I’d lost.”
The smile that had been curving Meg’s lips fell. They had an unspoken agreement to not speak of the past anymore, and for the six months that they’d been back together, they’d abided by it. It was over, done. Why bring it up now?
The fire roared back to life and he continued to stare at it. “I knew then that I’d never be that happy again unless you found a way to forgive me. I honestly didn’t know if you ever could.” Finally, he stood and looked at her. “You have, haven’t you? You know I was just a scared kid and that I’ve changed, right?”
“I know. John—”
“I never, not for a moment, stopped wanting you in my life, Megan, I just didn’t know what to do with all of it. I didn’t know how to love you, but I do now.”
“Why are you—” Her question was cut short when he reached in his pocket and pulled out a ring. Meg’s breath caught, and she knew her mouth was hanging open. She didn’t even blink until Roger nudged her, silently begging to be petted. She put her right hand on the dog’s head as John knelt before her and took her left hand.
“I promise to be the man you need me to be, to always be here, to always love you more and give you more, and support you in whatever you do, if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife. Megan, will you marry me?”
She knew the beaming smile on her face told him what he needed, but even so, she whispered, “Yes. I would love to marry you.”
He laughed softly as he slid a platinum band with four diamonds on her finger. He didn’t have to explain. She knew the significance. Four years, four diamonds, four reminders of what could be lost.
“It’s beautiful.”
His hand cupped her face as she lifted her gaze to his. “You’re beautiful. I love you.”
“I love you.” Meg threw her arms around him. She pushed off, knocking him backwards until he was flat on the floor and then kissed him hard. She leaned back to look at him and realized she felt none of the underlying doom that had haunted her when he first returned to town. “We’re getting married,” she squealed.
“We’re getting married,” he confirmed.
As if sensing there was reason to
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