Page 7 of For a Song: A Harmony of Hearts Prequel

THREE MONTHS LATER

After another roundof getting pounded into the mattress by Duke, I enjoyed being cuddled against his chest. He was a man of few words, which I had come to appreciate over the past three months of dating. His silence gave me a sense of peace and steadiness that had been missing from my chaotic life.

It came as a surprise when he spoke. “Will you marry me?”

The question was completely unexpected. I propped myself up to look down at him. As usual, his expression was inscrutable. “Are you proposing or asking about my plans down the road?”

There was a tension in his body that didn’t sit well with me. “That depends on your reaction to the question.”

I chuckled at how very Duke that response was. “What reaction are you hoping for?”

“You wanting to be my duchess forever.”

His words warmed my heart. “Of course that’s what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted since the first time I laid eyes on you in the club. Or did you forget I told you I wanted you as my future husband?”

“Everyone will think we’ve lost our minds for getting married so soon after meeting.” He was ever the pragmatist, but I didn’t give a shit about what other people thought of me or our relationship.

I arched a challenging eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to talk me out of it?”

He shook his head.

“Good, because I’m ready to get married tomorrow, if that’s what you want.”

A rare look of hope entered his expression. “Really?”

I playfully shoved at him. “Don’t sound so surprised. I told you from day one that you were stuck with me for good.”

The corner of his lips turned up in a smile. “Yeah, you did.”

“I’m glad you finally believe me.” I leaned down to give him a kiss. “Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there to strut down the aisle to you looking gorgeous in a tux.”

Duke pulled me down into a bear hug. “I can’t wait to see it, Duchess.”

My heart overflowed with happiness at the idea of our lives being permanently entwined as husbands.

How had I gotten so lucky?