“Aren’t you supposed to ask me to marry you?” “We’re already married.” “Well, yeah, but you know, it’s tradition to ask.” I fixed her with a stern expression. “You will marry me, tesoro.” She snorted. “Close enough.” She grasped both sides of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. When we pulled apart, her eyes were sparkling. “I can’t believe I’m engaged. I hope my husband doesn’t find out.” I growled and gripped her chin. “Are you trying to rile me up?” “Always.”
