Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
I grabbed one of the lounge chair cushions, placed it on the wood platform of the pergola and, with a groan, lowered myself to my knees to wait.
Luckily, it wasn’t even two minutes later before the door from the penthouse to the roof opened and Ronan stepped out.
His expression was serious but beyond that, unreadable.
However, he wore a dark, freshly pressed suit that fit him perfectly. In the time we’d been together I saw him wear one once when he was headed to close on a huge apartment complex right outside the city. Even though it was a multi-million dollar deal, he joked about showing up dressed like he normally did—in holey jeans and a snug, worn T-shirt—to prove that no one should ever judge a book by its cover.
As much as he hated wearing suits, I loved him in one. It made him look like he should be on a magazine cover, like Esquire. I actually had to wipe away some drool that caught in the corner of my mouth that day, and I also had to do it again as he strode with a purpose across the roof to where I waited.
When he stopped in front of me, he tipped his face down. I wasn’t sure if I should talk or simply listen.
When his head tilted slightly and his dark brown eyes dropped to his waist in what looked like a silent demand, I figured he wanted to do a replay of when I gave him head that second time up on the roof. The time he fucked my face without mercy. I wasn’t opposed to it, so I automatically reached for his belt buckle.
But before I could grab it, he grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. As soon as I was standing, Ronan dropped to one knee.
If he hadn’t been holding onto my hand, I would’ve stumbled back in surprise.
My heart began to race and my vision became blurry as he pulled a small black velvet box from inside his suit jacket pocket.
I was trying not to freak out, but I was freaking out. I was sure they could see the whites of my eyes all the way up on the space station.
How was this happening the same day I was promoted to a top news anchor spot?
“Tate…” he started.
Holy shit! “Yes!” I shouted.
He rolled his eyes. “Can I ask first?”
“No! The answer is yes!”
“Let me—”
“It’s yes. Yes! Fuck yes!”
He dropped his head and shook it.
“Okay,” I conceded. “Sorry. Ask.”
He turned his face back up to me with his lips pressed tightly together. Probably to keep from laughing since this was supposed to be serious.
I slapped the hand he wasn’t holding over my mouth and nodded, hoping he’d hurry up before I screamed “yes” a thousand more times.
“Tate Allan Harris…”
Another yes was about to burst uncontrollably from me. I barely managed to keep it contained.
“Will you…”
Now he was screwing with me by asking so slowly. Did he know I was about to collapse into a heap at any second?
I opened my mouth and he glared at me. I shut it.
“Tate Allan Harris, will you love me for the rest of our lives?”
I waited.
He gave me a look.
“Oh… I guess I’m supposed to answer now? Yes!”
He licked his lips and the corners of his amused eyes crinkled. “Will you also become my husband and stand by my side through thick and thin?”
“Damn right I will!” I pulled on the hand that was holding mine, indicating he should stand, too. As soon as he did, I said, “Ronan Pak, will you be my husband and stand by my side through thick and thin?”
“Absolutely.”
I smiled. He smiled.
“Do we kiss now?” I asked. I wasn’t sure since I’d never proposed before or even been proposed to since my last marriage had been more of an arranged marriage than a willing one.
He shook his head and opened the box in his hand.
As soon as I saw it, I lost my breath. “Is that an engagement ring or my wedding band?”
He pulled the band from the box and slipped it onto my ring finger.
It appeared to be tungsten with three inlays circling the band, the two outer rings were made of glossy polished wood and the center was made from some kind of turquoise shell material, possibly Abalone. It was gorgeous and still very masculine.
I absolutely loved it. He couldn’t have picked a better ring and it fit perfectly.
“I’m calling it a promise ring since I promise to love you forever.”
I locked my knees so I wouldn’t melt into a puddle right there on the roof.
Was this my life? Was this really happening?
Everything was falling into place.
With my career.
With Ronan.
And with my kids.
Now I was going to marry the man I had loved for what seemed like a lifetime, even though a majority of that time we’d been apart.