Page 9 of Clear Shot

And even though I don’t think Hana necessarily wants to sleep with him, things happen when two attractive people aretogether twenty-four-seven. When you live and eat and sleep in the same house.

So I opened my big mouth, and now I’m standing at Johan’s front door, about to ask Hana to marry me.

What kind of crazy cluster fuck have I just gotten myself into?

Technically, I could still walk away, say I’ve changed my mind, but I’m not going to.

“Hey, Aiden.” Sloane opens the door with a smile. “Come on in. We’re sitting out back. Are you hungry?”

I shake my head. “I already ate but thank you.”

I follow her through the house and out to the back patio.

Hana looks up as soon as I get outside and it’s impossible to gauge what emotions are lurking behind her pretty blue eyes.

She’s nervous.

Unsure.

Maybe a little scared.

And I don’t know how to fix that.

“I think maybe you two should talk alone,” Johan says after saying hello. “Sloane and I are going to clean up the dishes.”

He and Sloane gather up everything and disappear inside the house, so I sink down next to Hana.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry if?—”

“I’m not sure—” We both start to talk at the same time, and I smile.

“Ladies first.”

“I’m not sure what made you offer to marry me,” she says, “but I want you to know I appreciate it. Even if we decide not to do it.”

“Do you have any other options?”

“Not if I want to stay in the US.”

“Well, I took the liberty of talking to the team this afternoon, saying I’m thinking of marrying my girlfriend and that she would need a visa right away.”

“And?”

“They said to just let them know.”

“Oh. That’s almost too easy.”

“It’s different with the team. There are guys from all over the world and they want to bring their wives and girlfriends so they already have the process in place. If you decide you want to do this?—”

“If we decide,” she interjects.

I nod. “Right. If we decide, we can go down to the courthouse tomorrow—there’s no waiting period in Florida—and the team will make it happen. There’s a small chance you might have to go back to Slovakia for a week or two, but probably not.”

“Oh.” I can’t tell what she’s thinking so I decide to go with honesty and full disclosure.