She picked up the cane and twisted and then, click, out popped a dagger. Even on the overcast day it glistened in the sun. “I have another one that will shoot a tranquilizer dart twenty feet if you press the rose on the handle.” There was pure mischief in the older woman’s eyes. And sheer adoration in Ethan’s. “I love you,” he said. “Will you marry me? Or adopt me? I’m happy either way. Totally your call.”
