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Cleo thought he looked totally stunned—as stunned as she felt. “I can’t believe we did that,” she whispered. “Damn.” He blinked. Shook his head. “Neither can I.”

“We’ve got to be more careful….” She waited for him to agree.

And he did. Kind of. “Yeah,” he said. “Maybe …” She pushed at his shoulders. “Fletcher, what do you mean maybe? There’s no maybe about it. We have to—” He put a finger against her lips. “Easy.” She pushed his hand away. “Fletcher, this is serious.”

“We could look at this from another angle, you know”

“Another angle? I don’t think so. We messed up. We can’t afford to—”

“Wait.”

“But I don’t—”

“Go with me here, just for a minute.”

She stared up at him, bewildered. He really was acting strangely. “Go with you … where?”

“You did tell me you wanted kids, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah. But—”

“Having sex without a condom is a good way to make that happen.”

She gaped up at him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard what I said.”

“Yeah. I heard it. I can’t believe you said it, but I definitely heard it.”

“Are you telling me you’ve changed your mind—that you don’t want a baby, after all?”

“No. No, that’s not what I said—or at least, not what I meant. What I meant was, I don’t want a baby like this.”

“Like what?”

She couldn’t believe the look on his face. Did he find this amusing? She accused, “I swear, all of a sudden you are grinning at me.”

“Yeah. So?”

“It’s not funny. I don’t want to be like my mother—or even like your mother, though that is no judgment on either of them, it’s truly not. I want my kids to grow up with their father in the house, you know? I want—”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” She glared up at him and demanded, “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

She pushed at him again, hard enough that he rolled off her. Then she sat up and grabbed for the sheet at the bottom of the bed, yanking it up to cover herself. “Listen. Listen very carefully. I don’t want to be a single mom. I don’t want that for myself or for my kids.”

“Fine. Let’s get married.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Would you, um, say that again?”

He put up a hand. “Wait.”

“But—”

“No. I mean it. Wait right there.” He slid from the bed, went to his knees, yanked open the bedside drawer and took something out of there.

“Fletcher, have you completely lost your mind?”

He shoved the drawer shut. “I think I might have.” He put his fist to his chest and loudly cleared his throat. “Cleopatra. Marry me.”

She clutched the sheet harder and stared down at him—naked on his knees. Proposing to her. “I … what?”

“I said, marry me.” He held out his fist and opened his fingers. A gold-embossed red jewelry box sat on his spread palm. A ring box.

Her stunned gaze tracked from the box to his face and back to the box. She blinked, thinking this truly could not be real. But when she opened her eyes again, he was still on his knees, still holding out that little box. “You’re serious … aren’t you?”

He grinned all the wider. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Give me your hand.” Numbly she did. He set the little red box in it. Then he wrapped her fingers around it. “Marry me, Cleo.”

A marriage proposal. From Fletcher. It was the last thing she’d ever expected to get from him. “But … why?”

He rose and sat on the bed beside her. “Well, first of all, because you’re the perfect wife for me.”

She swallowed. “I am?”

“You are. I knew it from that first day, when you came to my office to tell me you wouldn’t, under any circumstances, put KinderWay in my casino. Cleo, you’re wonderful with Ashlyn—as I knew you would be. You’ll make a great mother. That’s of major importance. And then there’s the fact that you know and understand the world I live in—after all, you grew up in my world.

“And then there’s your honesty. I look in those amber eyes and I know you’ll never lie to me. I can trust you. And every time I’m near you, all I can think about is getting you naked.” He tugged on the sheet she still clutched to her breasts. She didn’t let go. She still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. “Come on,” he urged. “Say yes.”

Marriage.

Fletcher wanted to marry her.

A gleeful voice inside her head was loudly shouting, Yes!

But she didn’t say the word out loud. Not yet. She was a practical woman at heart. She might make a bold leap, but she’d get a few questions answered first.

“Fletcher?”

“Anything.”

“I could never marry a man who wasn’t one hundred percent true to me. If I married you, I’d have to be the only woman in your bed. Ever.”

He frowned. “Haven’t we already had this conversation?”

“That was about being lovers, a promise for as long as it lasted between us. This is for much, much more. This is … forever. Because that’s how long I would want our marriage to last. It would be you and me, just you and me. Can you promise me that?”

By then, he was scowling. “I’m no virgin. I’ve had my share of lovers. But I would never betray my wife.”

She set the red box beside her on the bed and she reached out to smooth the scowl from his brow. “Please. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. But I had to know….”

He caught her hand and kissed it. “I’ll be a faithful husband. Say yes.”

“I, um, one more thing.”

“What now?”

“Well, you’ve yet to mention love….”

“Love,” he repeated, looking a little bit stunned.

“Yes,” she said, meeting his eyes, refusing to waver. “Love.”

He dropped her hand—but only long enough to pick up the red box and remove the biggest, brightest princess-cut diamond she’d ever seen. He took her left hand. It happened to be the hand she was using to hold up the sheet, which dropped around her waist. Neither of them noticed.

She was starting to put it together. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

His expression grew severe. “The ring and the proposal, absolutely. Forgetting to use a condom—no. That was a mistake. The truth is, I got carried away.”

“Oh, Fletcher.” Her heart was pounding so hard the sound rang in her ears.

“Are you listening?”

“Oh, yes. I am.”

“All right then. I love you, Cleo. Passionately. Completely. To distraction and beyond …” He slid the platinum band on her finger.

And she grabbed for him. “Oh, Fletcher. I love you, too—and yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

He caught her, turned her so she lay across his naked lap and gazed down at her, his pale eyes alight. “I think a kiss would be a good idea about now.”

“I think you’re right.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers.