Page 97 of The Wedding Proposal

He stopped. ‘I have a whole load more stuff to own up to.’

She too, stilled. ‘What?’

He rolled suddenly so that she was beneath him, eyes gleaming up into his. ‘I want you out of that dress. I want to be inside you. I want to move back into this cabin. I want to be with you.’

‘All night?’ She lifted her head to taste his lips.

‘All my life.’

* * *

Lucas’s fingers found the zipper to her dress. Then he paused. A distant alarm bell rang.

He’d got things wrong before.

This time he was going to get things right.

He pulled back slightly so that he could look into her face.

Her eyes sprang open, wide with alarm. ‘What?’

‘You are the most desirable woman on the planet.’

‘Oh!’ She flushed. ‘I—’

‘I love you.’ He kissed her softly. ‘I want to spend my life with you. I want to sleep with you, wake up with you, live with you, love you, argue with you and laugh with you. I don’t care where we live; I don’t care what anybody else thinks about us. I just want you. Elle, will you marry me?’

Her eyes filled with tears. ‘Yes,’ she whispered.

He wiped away a tear with one fingertip. ‘We’ll have the wedding you want, big or small, wherever you want.’

She gave a watery smile. ‘Thank you.’

He stroked back her hair. ‘As long as it’s soon.’

‘Soon,’ she agreed. Her eyes began to dance. ‘Good proposal, by the way.’

He tightened his arms, loving having them full of Elle. ‘I thought I must be able to do better than “pretty ordinary”.’

Epilogue

To: Elle.Jamieson

From: Simon.Rose

Subject: ?

Whenever the wedding is, wherever the wedding is, I will be there.

Much love,

Simon xxx

PS Told you. Told you. TOLD YOU! Ha! I was right. I knew it. Ha.

To: Simon.Rose

From: Elle.Jamieson

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