“Mallory,” he said on a short laugh. “Tell me you want more from me than that.”
She bit her lower lip, but the naughty grin escaped anyway. “Well, maybe a little bit more.”
He laughed softly, his eyes going dark. He pulled her in and kissed her hard, threading his hands in her hair. “How do you feel about sealing the deal with a ring?” he murmured against her lips.
All three women gasped.
“What?” Mallory squeaked. “You mean an engagement ring? To be married?”
“Yes,” he said. “You’re it for me, Mallory. You’re everything.”
He was serious. And suddenly, so was she. “I’d like that,” she said softly.
“Good,” he said. “Anything else we need to work out?”
Only a hundred things. Where was he going to live? With her, she thought possessively. She wanted him with her. Wait—Did that mean that she’d have to learn to cook? Because that might be a stretch. And she didn’t have any room in her closet to share. And the cat. What if Sweet Pea pooped in his boots?
Ty cupped her face and made her look at him, deep into his eyes, and it was there she found the truth. All these worries were inconsequential. They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this.
Besides, she had time to make room for him in her closet. The cat had time to get used to him. They had all the time they needed, because he’d told her he was hers, and he was a man of his word. “I’ve got all I need,” she told him.
He leaned down and kissed her again, then stroked a finger over her temple, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I want you to know,” he said. “That you’re the best choice I ever made.”
Heart full to bursting, she tugged him down and kissed the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.