The Bravos: Family Ties

A marriage proposal. From Fletcher. It was the last thing she’d ever expected to get from him. “But … why?”

He rose and sat on the bed beside her. “Well, first of all, because you’re the perfect wife for me.”

She swallowed. “I am?”

“You are. I knew it from that first day, when you came to my office to tell me you wouldn’t, under any circumstances, put KinderWay in my casino. Cleo, you’re wonderful with Ashlyn—as I knew you would be. You’ll make a great mother. That’s of major importance. And then there’s the fact that you know and understand the world I live in—after all, you grew up in my world.

“And then there’s your honesty. I look in those amber eyes and I know you’ll never lie to me. I can trust you. And every time I’m near you, all I can think about is getting you naked.” He tugged on the sheet she still clutched to her breasts. She didn’t let go. She still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. “Come on,” he urged. “Say yes.”

Marriage.

Fletcher wanted to marry her.

A gleeful voice inside her head was loudly shouting, Yes!

But she didn’t say the word out loud. Not yet. She was a practical woman at heart. She might make a bold leap, but she’d get a few questions answered first.

“Fletcher?”

“Anything.”

“I could never marry a man who wasn’t one hundred percent true to me. If I married you, I’d have to be the only woman in your bed. Ever.”

He frowned. “Haven’t we already had this conversation?”

“That was about being lovers, a promise for as long as it lasted between us. This is for much, much more. This is … forever. Because that’s how long I would want our marriage to last. It would be you and me, just you and me. Can you promise me that?”

By then, he was scowling. “I’m no virgin. I’ve had my share of lovers. But I would never betray my wife.”

She set the red box beside her on the bed and she reached out to smooth the scowl from his brow. “Please. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. But I had to know….”

He caught her hand and kissed it. “I’ll be a faithful husband. Say yes.”

“I, um, one more thing.”

“What now?”

“Well, you’ve yet to mention love….”

“Love,” he repeated, looking a little bit stunned.

“Yes,” she said, meeting his eyes, refusing to waver. “Love.”

He dropped her hand—but only long enough to pick up the red box and remove the biggest, brightest princess-cut diamond she’d ever seen. He took her left hand. It happened to be the hand she was using to hold up the sheet, which dropped around her waist. Neither of them noticed.

She was starting to put it together. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

His expression grew severe. “The ring and the proposal, absolutely. Forgetting to use a condom—no. That was a mistake. The truth is, I got carried away.”

“Oh, Fletcher.” Her heart was pounding so hard the sound rang in her ears.

“Are you listening?”

“Oh, yes. I am.”

“All right then. I love you, Cleo. Passionately. Completely. To distraction and beyond …” He slid the platinum band on her finger.

And she grabbed for him. “Oh, Fletcher. I love you, too—and yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

He caught her, turned her so she lay across his naked lap and gazed down at her, his pale eyes alight. “I think a kiss would be a good idea about now.”

“I think you’re right.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers.

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