gasps, “Leo.” The brilliant-cut, flawless three-carat diamond solitaire sparkles, picking up the white lights from the Christmas tree, and I slide it on her ring finger. Fits like a glove. Guess I better thank Coraline for that. “Gorgeous and understated, just like the woman who wears it.” I press a kiss to her temple. “Marry me, Adelaide.” I choose my next words carefully, not wanting to scare her, and knowing she’s not ready for everything I want to say. Not yet. “Let me make you safe.”
