“Marry me, Kenni.” “I thought you weren’t going to ask.” “Was that a question?” The vibration of his voice danced against her back. A soft smile eased onto McKenna’s face and she shook her head. “No, it wasn’t.” “But I’ll ask if you need me to. I’ll do any-fucking-thing you need me to, Kenni.” She turned against him and fisted his shirt at the sides. “Same.” “Then say yes.”
