Now say it so we can run away together and start a new life under assumed identities.” “Yes.” “Yes?” he confirmed. She nodded. “Yes, I’ll marry you. I’m not sure about the running away part. But yes to the marriage thing.” Nick didn’t give her a chance to say anything else or change her mind. He slid the ring onto her finger, bent her backward, and kissed the hell out of his fiancée.
