Page 105 of A Rogue to Watch Over Me
Understanding flashed in his eyes. Had her smile given away the truth?
“Is that a fact, lass?”
“It is.” She whispered against his mouth. “All I really want to do is this.”
And then, she kissed him.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but through the haze of her joy, she heard the crowd emit a collective sigh.
And then she kissed him again.
Slowly, reluctantly, they parted.
He caught her hand in his and pressed it to his heart. His gaze seemed to see into her soul. Had he read the uncertainty in her heart?
“Every beat is for ye, Amelia.”
“I do hope this is not all a dream,” she said with a lightness she did not feel.
“A dream?” His smile was by equal parts seductive and adoring and amused. “I am very real, and ye’re very much awake. I do love ye, my sweet lass. More than ye can imagine. Now the question is, do ye love me, too, my sweet Amelia?”
She pulled in a draught of air, willing the words to come. Why was it so hard to tell this man, this man she adored with every fiber of her being, the truth in her heart?
“Oh, Logan.” She glided her fingertips over the curve of his face, over the stubble of new beard on his chin and jaw.
“Say ye love me, lass.”
Swallowing against the emotion welling in her throat, she met his eyes. “I do love you, Logan. Truly, I do.”
He stilled, seeming to take it in. “And ye want to be with me... for a very long time?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “A very long time.”
“’Til death do us part?”
Slowly, she nodded. “’Til death do us part. And perhaps beyond.”
Behind her, the crowd sighed, as if in unison. He grinned, genuine joy lighting his dark eyes.
“So now, Amelia, there’s only one thing left to do.”
“And what might that be?” she whispered.
He retrieved a small velvet-covered box from his pocket. “I’d planned to give this to ye at a more romantic time,” he confessed.
Anticipation swept over Amelia. “I cannot imagine a more perfect moment.”
As he opened the lid, sunlight gleamed off an intricately cut diamond surrounded by tiny emeralds. Her breath caught at the beauty of the ring. If this was indeed a dream, she didn’t want to wake up.
Logan dropped to one knee. His smile warmed her very heart and soul as the adoration in his dark eyes entranced her.
Good heavens.Her heart thrummed with emotion.This is happening... it is truly happening.
When he spoke, Logan’s voice was rough with emotion and an unfamiliar note of uncertainty.
“Amelia, my love, I have a question for ye.”
“Do you now?” she teased, prolonging his misery.
