Page 139 of Dangerous Mission

Aria’s eyes flash with heat as I walk toward her. Oh yeah, she knows what I’m thinking. She scoots so I can sit beside her on the bed.

She leans in, pressing a kiss to my ear before whispering, “Should we tell them?”

I chuckle, picturing how this could go. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

To get everyone’s attention, I whistle.

The room falls silent, except for a nervous laugh next to me. But she lays her hand on my thigh and the warmth of her touch goes straight to my marrow, bypassing my old wounds.

“We have news.”

Camile sits up abruptly in Beast’s arms, her eyes widening brightly. “Oh boy!”

The rest of the room looks clueless. Until…

“We’re engaged!” Aria says breathily and turns to look at me. “Scout asked me to marry him and I said yes!”

A second later, Truck’s on his feet, beating Griffon Kane on the back trying to dislodge something that went down the wrong way.

Chapter Seventy

As I fall back onto the giant stack of hotel pillows, I sigh. “They are a lot.”

Scout, standing next to the bed, leans over me, planting his hands on either side of my head. When he looks down at me with serious eyes, my heart doubles its pace.

“Hi,” I whisper.

He continues to search my face and when I place my hand against his scruffy jaw he leans into my touch.

Scout is shockingly gorgeous. Rugged, but so handsome my brain can hardly process him. Maybe it all did start with the eyes.

I’ve never seen eyes like his, just a shade bluer than diamond. But the depth in them now rocks me.

The man before me is a different animal than when we met.

Loving. Open with his admission of his feelings. Like we’ve cracked the seal on our dark secrets and now we both can finally breathe.

“I couldn’t wait for them to leave.” There’s a sexy rasp to his tone.

It feels so good to touch him, to show him the affection he’s deserved his whole life and never gotten.

“I’m glad they came though. It felt right.”

Without looking away from my eyes, he lifts my hand and brushes the softest touch of his lips across my knuckles. “This feels right.”

I feel happy tears beginning to press at the back of my eyes. But a tendril of doubt chases them like a wisp of smoke. “Are you sure you want to get married? I mean we can feel this out if…”

He presses my hand over his heart. Heat from his body melts into me through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. “Feel that?”

“Yes.”

“It’s never felt so strong.”

Only by sheer will can I swallow. “It’s all been so fast.”

“You can’t stand in the way of a force of nature.”

Those little tears squeeze out of my eyes when I smile. “God, and you are one.”

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