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Cleo was still staring at the ring, then back at Linc, then back to the ring.
“Marry me, Cleo. Be the Elizabeth to my Darcy for the rest of our lives.”
Her jaw trembled as he plucked the ring from the chocolate frosting and paused. “Didn’t think this bit through.” He licked the frosting off the ring and held it out to her. “What’s it gonna be, Lizzy? You’re killing me…”
“Oh, it wasn’t a rhetorical question? You need an answer?”
Linc groaned.
“Always so dramatic, Darcy.” She winked. “Yes. A thousand times, yes!”
He slipped the ring onto her finger. “Wasn’t that Jane, rather than Eliza Bennet?”
“Shhhhh… you can’t arguePride and Prejudicesemantics with me when I’m being blinded by my new bling.”
“What I’m hearing is, ‘Lincoln, you’re right about something in my favorite book, and it’s so hot right now.’”
“That too.” She dragged her eyes away from the sparkling gemstone and quirked an eyebrow. “Speaking of hot… do we make calls and then get naked… or—”
He didn’t let her finish her sentence. Their new bed was due to arrive in a week, but he could do everything he wanted to do to his new fiancée on the mattress on the floor. He stood, draping her over his shoulder as he rose. Her giddy peals of laughter warmed his heart. He smacked her ass, and she wriggled against his grip.
“Lincoln Scott, put me down!”
“Never.”
Coming together over another woman’s bra wasn’t likely to be anyone’s idea of a romantic first encounter. It wouldn’t go down in history as one of the greatest romances of all time, but it was the greatest love story of his life, and he couldn’t wait to see what came next.
