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Triston has amazing taste, and I love it when he chooses outfits for me. They’re always perfect. “Only if you don’t mind.”

“Why would I mind?”

I nip at my lip. A new day, a new insecurity… “I don’t want to be another person that you have to pour work into all the time.”

He stops, turning back to me and suddenly I’m under him, his body pressed on top of mine. “Banish the thought, Honeyeh. Now.”

“But…”

He kisses me, his tongue tangling in my mouth, before he lifts up his head. “Everything shines brighter since you arrived in my life. No more needs be said.” And then he’s up and off the bed.

I get up too, starting for the bathroom, but I stop just as he’s about to step into the closet. “My life shines brighter too,” I say, drawing in a deep breath. “I want to be the best I can be for you.” Our eyes meet and hold, his dark gaze holding the power that both captivates and excites me. “Promise you’ll tell me if you need more from me, all right?”

He doesn’t answer, and I worry that I’ve upset him as I slip into the bathroom. But before I’ve gotten the water on, Triston is walking into the bathroom.

I stop, turning toward him. “Chosen already?”

“I did.” He smiles then as he holds out a small velvet box. I gasp, a jolt running through me.

“Triston.”

“Open it.” And then he grabs my wrist, turning my palm up as he places the box in my open hand.

I open the lid, a very large sapphire winks up at me encrusted with layer upon layer of diamonds. “What is this?”

“It’s a family heirloom. My mother sent it.”

That only confuses me more. “How kind. Why…why would she do that?”

“In case I wanted to propose.”

My eyes snap up to his. Is he…

“Honeyeh. Will you marry me?”

I stare down at the ring. “But…”

“But what?” He frowns. Am I irritating him? I don’t mean to.

“It’s just…” I shake my head. I could ask,why me. All those women, I can’t believe I’m the one he wants. “You have all the choices in the world.”

He takes the box from my hand and slips the ring from the folds of velvet. “But I never fell in love with any of them the way I have with you.”

I smile, joy bubbling up from inside me as I hold out my hand, fingers wide as he slips the ring on my finger. “I love you too.”

“Being a man of business, I’d like an official yes.”

“Yes,” I half yell as I toss my arms around him. “Yes.”

Triston kisses me, before he lifts me up and moves to the shower to turn on the knobs and start the water. “No distracting me in the shower, future Mrs. Smith. We’ve got an appointment to make.”

I snort as he carries me into the warm water.

By some miracle we make it out of the shower and dress within forty-five minutes. He starts for the bedroom door, as I turn back to the bathroom. He stops, eyeing me curiously. “I just want to blow out my hair.”

“Breakfast?”

“I’ll eat after,” I wave for him to head down without me.