Then he kisses me again.
And somewhere behind us, I hear Sabrina squeal.
Followed immediately by Sister Agnes saying,
“See? I told Father Peter to reserve the church in June.”
Oh, dear Lord.
Epilogue 2: Kai
I wasn't entirely sure Mary was going to let me get away with my non-proposal at the gala.
Apparently, allowing Father Peter to believe we were engaged and then kissing her senseless in front of everyone, including my bosses, didn't technically count as asking.
Women.
Complicated creatures.
Good thing I like this one.
A lot.
Mrs. Donahue had apparently decided she liked me too.
Because when I dropped Mary off after the gala, her mother stood in the doorway with Arnold Miller beside her and announced very casually, “Don't wait up for us. Arnold and I are going dancing after this, but, um, we’d like the house to ourselves when we return.”
Then she winked.
Actually winked.
At me.
Mary covered her face, blushing to the roots of her hair.
And I just barked a laugh and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
And suddenly I understood exactly where Mary got her sass from.
Which was how, thirty minutes later, I found myself leading my woman out the door and racing back to my penthouse.
“Oh, Kai!”
Her mouth falls open when she sees what I’ve got waiting for her.
Hands flying up to cover it.
And God, she's beautiful.
Tiny white lights glow everywhere.
Soft music drifts from hidden speakers.
Rose petals lead across the hardwood floors.
Into the bedroom.
Where I'd spent two hours making myself crazy trying to arrange roses into something heart shaped.