“Taryn, my sweet whiskered alley rat, the one my soul calls Rynnie, I can’t deny our hot, sparking chemistry a second longer.” Her face fell in a here-we-go look that threatened a laugh to break through my clearly irresistible charm. “You keep seducing me, lass, despite my protests—” A muscle jumped along her jaw “—and, so, to save my tarnished reputation, I have decided to accept your proposal.” Placing a hand to my heart, I theatrically whispered, “Aye, I’ll marry you.”
