Page 60 of Let Your Hair Down
“Yep.”
“I’m partial to rosebushes myself.” He led her down a path to the left, lined with roses in every color, muted now by the twilight around them.
“Favorite color?” she asked.
“Ruby red, of course.” He plucked one and held it toward her. “I confess, I did have an ulterior motive for bringing you into the garden tonight.”
“You did?” Her breath caught in her throat as she took the rose. She brought it to her nose, inhaling its rich scent as her eyes locked on his.
“I did. In fact, I did a lot of thinking during these last few months in Dubai, about you, and me, and our future together. About how lucky I was when I found you in that garden in London last fall.”
“Oh.” Her heart beat against her ribs, the scent of the rose making her almost dizzy with anticipation.
Flynn was looking at her like she was a fairytale princess, and he was her prince. And this was the part at the end of the movie where…
He dropped to one knee, pulling out a black velvet box from his pants pocket. “Ruby Keller, would you do me the incredible honor of agreeing to be my wife?”
“Yes…yes, yes, yes!” She pressed a hand against her chest, the rose falling to the gravel at her feet.
“Phew.” He grinned up at her. “That was nerve-wracking.”
“As if I would say no. Oh…” She caught sight of the diamond ring in his hand, and her pulse skyrocketed. This was really happening.Oh my God. “Flynn, it’s so beautiful.”
“I thought about getting you one with rubies in it, but I decided it might be cliché.” He slid the ring onto her finger, and they both stared at it for a moment in awed silence. “Wow, my ring on your finger looks even more amazing than I could have imagined.”
“Get up here so I can kiss you.” She tugged at his hand, and he stood.
They wound their arms around each other, kissing desperately. Tears blurred her vision, fogging her glasses, and she swiped at them impatiently so she could see her hand pressed against Flynn’s chest, the diamond sparkling on her finger. “It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” He kissed her again.
“Should we go back in and tell them?” she asked with a smile, tipping her head toward the castle.
“If you want to elicit a lot of screaming and hugging,” he said with a grin.
“Let’s do it,” she whispered. “It’s the perfect end to a perfect night. And then I’ll take you down to the guest house so we can celebrate in private.”
“Andthatsounds like a perfect ending to me.”
