Page 109 of Dangerous Lies
“Sound like fun.” She tugged off her shoes.
He followed suit, then they walked across the sand, hand in hand, while Drake and the others stayed back on the Mariner’s deck.
Waiting at the shoreline, Mitch squeezed her hand, tipped up her chin, and kissed her. A kiss he hoped relayed that she was more than the love, lust, and good times they’d been having. A kiss he hoped was the key to his future.
“I love you, Liz.”
She palmed his cheek. “I love you, too. Forever.”
They kissed again just as the Shades sped into view on their Q40s. Speed and flips and turns—and a few moves straight out of what not to do on a Q40—received hoots and hollers and applause from the crowd on the deck.
Then Reese, Josh, and Stealth peeled off from the group and headed in to shore, stopping next to each other twenty feet out. Standing balanced on the Q40s’ seats.
“Now or never, man,” Stealth shouted.
Clutching the ring tight in his fist, Mitch turned to Liz and dropped to one knee. He’d never been so scared in his life. He’d never been so sure.
Her eyes lit with anticipation as the depth of what was happening seemed to dawn on her. And, unconsciously, she licked her lips then focused on his eyes and smiled. Waiting…waiting for him.
“I promise I’ll always love you. Always protect you. And always be…damn good and hot in bed.” He held up the ring. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes.” She slipped her finger into the ring as he pulled her down in the sand.
Once again, the crowd on the deck erupted into hoots and hollers and applause. Dinging their glasses with their fingers. “Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.”
“I was afraid you might say no,” Mitch confessed as he rolled them over a couple of times in the sand.
“Don’t you know? You’re my one and only Dance Man forever.” She kissed him nice and gentle, just like the first time they’d kissed back on the Q40.
And, just like then, he wrapped his hand around her head and kissed her with every burning need inside of him. By this time tomorrow night, they’d be home in their own completely remodeled house. The one with a front-row view of the Gulf, a swimming pool shower that opened to the stars, and a soft red throw tossed on the end of their king-sized bed.
He was one lucky man.
