Entwined with You (Crossfire, #3)

by Sylvia Day

I was still dizzy when he groaned and said, “Marry me.” But that wasn’t why I said, “Yes.”

closed my eyes, trying to push past my jealousy. “Do you know why I chose your ring?” “Red is our color,” he said quietly. “Red dresses in limos. Red fuck-me heels at garden parties. A red rose in your hair when you married me.”