Page 35 of Always Mine (The Barrington Billionaires 1)
Emily sidestepped both of them. I need a clean break. I’ll hire someone to repack my collection, but I can’t do this right now. I can’t pretend this isn’t killing me. “Sorry, I was headed for the bathroom. Could we talk later?”
Grant stepped in front of her. “There is a bathroom inside.”
She stepped around him too, beginning to feel trapped and frantic. “There was a long . . . I can’t stay.”
Andrew physically blocked her exit. “We have our orders. You are not to leave the building.”
Emily looked from brother to brother. “What do you mean? Who told you I couldn’t leave?”
Andrew looked to Grant. “Should we tell her or tackle her if she tries to make it past us?”
Shaking his head, Dale joined them. “If Emily wants to leave, let her go.”
Lance waved a hand. “But Asher—”
“Why would Asher ask you to keep me here?” Emily searched all of their faces again.
Dale nodded toward the auction hall. “The only way to find out is to stay.”
Emily looked across the room and saw Asher near the back of the room. He was watching her, but she couldn’t read his expression. Were they all trying to make sure she didn’t embarrass their mother by leaving early? “I don’t understand.”
Dale motioned for his sons to give him a moment to talk to Emily, and they stepped away. “Emily, the number one most important ingredient to any relationship is trust. Without it, nothing else can thrive. We’re asking you to stay at the auction until the end because Asher wants you here. It’s your choice, though. If you believe in Asher, stay. If you don’t think you can trust him, leave now and no one will judge you for it.”
“That’s all you’ll tell me?”
“That’s all that matters.”
Asher watched his father dismiss his brothers and fought against his natural instinct to block Emily’s retreat himself. He could have gone to her side, begged or demanded that she not leave, but he could guess what his father was saying, and it struck a chord within him.
If Emily wanted to leave, he would let her go. With her, he would never be the hammer.
Emily held his eyes from across the room and said something to his father then thankfully started walking back toward him. She didn’t stop until she was right beside Asher. The buzz of the auction behind them was forgotten as she looked up at him. “In my experience, the people I care about tend to leave me. It’s not an excuse, just an explanation. You terrify me.”
Asher laced his fingers with hers and said, “You scare the hell out of me, too.”
“I don’t want us to be over, Asher.”
“Then stay.” He would have bent to kiss her, but Kenzi gave his upper arm a strong tap.
“Everyone is waiting,” she said.
Asher didn’t look away from Emily’s eyes. “I have to go up to the podium. Come up with me?”
Emily’s hand shook in his, but she nodded and allowed herself to be led up to the front of the room. She had a death grip on his hand when everyone’s attention turned their way. Asher pried his hand free and slid his arm around her waist. A screen came down behind them and the lights in the room dimmed.
“The last item in the auction comes with a story. It’s about a brave woman who came to Boston to tell the owner of a company he couldn’t have her land. She had a dream and wouldn’t let anyone stand in the way of it.” Photos of Emily’s grandfather’s house being renovated into a museum flashed on the screen behind them. “Some dreams take detours and Emily Harris’s did.” The next photos were of the houses around her museum being sold off and then of the museum after the fire. She tensed beside him, but he kept going. “By now you know all about the philosophy behind The Harris Tactile Museum, so I’m sure you’ll understand why a little thing like a fire shouldn’t be allowed to stop something so beautiful from being realized.” The next slide was a site plan. “That is why I am donating the Harris Tactile Museum to the town of Welchton. With Emily’s permission, the museum will partner with New Hampshire University and become a place that not only celebrates the accomplishments of her and her mother, but also helps others follow in their footsteps. How much do I believe in the philosophy of the Harris Museum?” He looked down into her teary eyes and wiped the tears away with his hands.
“Asher, I had no idea.” The wall between them fell away, and everything he’d hoped to see in her eyes was there, and it was so beautiful he wished he could capture it on paper. Her love for him mixed with forgiveness.
He wanted to spend the rest of his days putting that much joy on her face. And he would. He was finally a man who understood not only how to love, but that the love they had for each other was all that really mattered in the end.
He led Emily off to the side of the podium and dropped to one knee. “From the first time I met you I knew I would never be the same. Your perseverance and your dreams inspire me to be a better man. I thought I had everything I wanted until you showed me how much better my life could be with you in it. I want to marry you, Emily Harris. Say yes.” He held out a ring.
Emily’s eyes filled with tears. She kept looking from the plans on the screen behind the podium to him. “That’s why you bought my property?”
He nodded and held his breath. A hush fell over the large audience.
Tears poured down her cheeks and she said, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
There were cheers and clapping, but Asher didn’t look away from Emily. She was all that mattered to him. He stood and slid the ring on her finger. “We’ll build it together, Emily. You and I. And it will be something people will travel from all over the world to see.”
“And feel,” Emily added with a happy, teary smile.
The auctioneer stepped back up to the podium and said, “Profits from the final item will go directly to the Harris Tactile Museum and School of Design fund. Not to set the bar high, but the last donation was half a town. Do I hear ten thousand?”
Asher pulled Emily off the stage, through a door, and into a hallway. As soon as they were alone he kissed her with all his heart, and she kissed him back with all of hers. “If I have to I’ll spend the rest of my life earning your trust.”
Emily placed a hand on his cheek. “You already have it.” She kissed him again deeply, then wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
Alessandro and Victor approached them and said, “You have some of the steps out of order, but you did good, Asher. You did good.”
They kept walking and Emily looked up at Asher. “What are they talking about?”
“I’ll explain it to you someday. For now, let’s go say our goodbyes and head home. I can’t wait to get you alone.”
They walked hand in hand toward a door that would lead them into the main hallway. Emily stopped and asked, “When did you know you wanted to marry me?”
Asher pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “You were always mine . . . from the first moment I met you. It just took me a while to figure out what that meant.”
Chapter Twenty-One
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The next few minutes were a blur of congratulations and hugs. The crowd parted for Sophie and Dale, though. Sophie gave Emily a long hug that would have had Emily bursting into happy tears if Sophie had not said, “Don’t you dare cry or you’ll have me crying, and I had my makeup professionally done tonight.”
“Me, too,” Emily said and wiped beneath her eyes. With al
l the photos being taken she hoped she didn’t look like a raccoon.
As if he could read her mind, Asher whispered in her ear, “You look gorgeous.”
Dale followed Sophie’s hug with one of his own. “Welcome to the family, Emily.” He turned to his son and said, “I’m proud of you, Asher. You found your Sophie.”
Sophie swatted at him and wiped at her eyes. “Now I’m crying, too. Look what you’ve done.” Despite her reprimand, it was obvious how happy she was with his statement.
Emily glanced at Dale, then Asher, and smiled. When she’d first met Asher she’d thought he was the polar opposite of his parents, but that night she was moved by how similar they were. Asher had proven that he would move heaven and earth for her, just as his father would for his mother. She looked up at Asher and said, “I almost left early, but your father convinced me to stay.”
Asher nodded at his father, then stepped away from Emily and surprised everyone by giving Dale a hug. “Thanks, Dad.”
Dale closed his eyes for a moment as he hugged his son back. “You’re very welcome son. Very welcome.”
Celeste joined the group. “Oh, my God. That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sophie smiled at Celeste. “I agree, and I hope I’m there to see yours.”
Wide-eyed, Celeste laughed. “Mine? I’m not even dating anyone.”
Sophie looked at Emily and winked. “Yet. I have four more sons.”
“Whoa,” Celeste said, raising her hands. “I’m not looking to get married.”
“Love changes that.”
Asher wrapped his arms around Emily again and murmured, “It certainly does.” Emily savored the moment. Never in her life had she imagined being this happy or believing that maybe, just maybe, something good could last.
Asher’s brothers and Kenzi appeared. Kenzi had a huge smile on her face. “Asher, I didn’t know you had it in you, but that was amazing.”
Asher smiled and gave his sister a brief hug. “It’s like I’ve always said, you people underestimate me.”
