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Trinity was heading back inside after making sure Maggie had caught her lift into town safely, when something odd caught her eye. Something small, round and clear glinting in the sunshine in the garden.

She, Maggie and the baby had moved back to Denver two weeks ago and there was still plenty to do to make this single-story three-bedroom rental feel more like a home. The walls longed for a fresh coat of paint, the furniture needed updating and the yard couldn’t wait for leaves to be raked and some bright spring blooms to be planted. Remembering Mrs. Dale, Trinity had thought dianthus. She planned to start gardening this weekend.

But with her foot on the first porch step, she wondered if she ought to start on that tidying now. Bel was asleep in the front room and it was such a gorgeous morning. So different than the day she and Bel had first met. The day dynamo Zack Harrison had blown in to her life.

And had blown right out again, Trinity reminded herself as she headed for that curious spot in the garden. She wondered how many other women would turn down the chance to be Zack’s wife, even when the marriage was purely for show. Sometimes, when she felt lonely and wondered if tossing out her old life for a new one was totally insane, she’d think about how pleased he’d looked after offering what he must have believed to be a very attractive out for her.

Chivalrous in his own way, she supposed, as that glint caught her eye again. Maybe if she hadn’t cared so much—if she hadn’t fallen in love—she might have accepted the deal for the baby’s sake. Had she been selfish in refusing his proposal? Should she have thought of Bel first and her own feelings not at all?

But those doubts never lasted long. In her heart she knew what that child—any child—needed most. Not money or a person to call daddy whenever he could slot in a visit and jet into town. Trinity also knew what she needed. She might not have felt loved growing up but now she was grown—now she had a say and a choice—she wouldn’t settle for anything less than the real deal.

Kneeling in the garden now, she brushed away the dried leaves built up around that piece of glinting glass and, in a heartbeat, reality seemed to turn in on itself. Scooping the piece up, she examined it from every angle while her stomach pitched and her thoughts began to fly.

This wasn’t a random piece of glass. She’d found a replica of the snow globe Zack had given her. Only the scene inside this one was different. A man and woman stood side by side, a groom and his bride. They were waiting outside a chapel. A message was engraved on the gold plaque.

Marry Me.

Taken aback, Trinity fell sideways and almost dropped the globe. Zack had been here, had left this. But when? How? What was she supposed to think, to do, to say?

“You found my surprise.”

At the familiar deep tones, Trinity swung around. Zack stood an arm’s length away wearing blue jeans and a sexy white T-shirt. She tried to speak but her mind was whirling too fast. Surprise, affront, even wild, silly hope, were barraging her from every angle. Zack took pity on her.

“I should explain,” he said.

Shaky, she held up the globe. “If this is some sick way of tabling that marriage of convenience again, the answer’s still no.”

“Haven’t lost that temper, I see.”

“Don’t turn this around. Zack, I asked you to leave us alone.” To let her heal. To forget.

Not only did he ignore that. He moved closer.

“I heard from Mrs. Dale this morning,” he said. “They’re moving into a retirement apartment. She wondered if I knew a good home for Cruiser. I said I did.”

An image of that big, beautiful hound flashed to the forefront of her mind and Trinity smiled. “Who?”

“Me.”

“You’re going to take Cruiser to New York?”

“As it turns out, no. I also spoke with James Dirkins recently. Hope you don’t mind but I put your offer to him. I asked whether he’d consider being my partner in owning and running his hotel. Took him two seconds to agree. Said it was the perfect solution and he’s very much looking forward to working with me.” His expression sobered. “Seems I remind him of his son.”

“I’m happy for him.” She truly was. “But how does that tie in with Cruiser. Does Mr. Dirkins want a dog?”

“Cruiser will be staying with me. I’m moving here, permanently.” While she stared in stunned disbelief, he slipped the globe from her hand. “Which brings us to this.”

When he shook the globe and snow rained down on the happy scene, she brought herself back.

“No, Zack. I said no.”

“You haven’t heard me out.”

“I don’t need to. I’m not going to be anyone’s convenience. Maggie, Bel and I will do fine on our own. Kate’s given me freelance work editing for Story—jobs I can do from here. And I have two other publications interested in the same type of thing.”

But Zack seemed to be only half listening. Rather he was busy unscrewing the globe’s base. From a secret compartment, he slid out a ring…a beautiful stone the color of her eyes surrounded by a ring of sparkling diamonds. Her head began to swim.

This was too much.

Trinity shook her head slowly, tried to back away. “This isn’t fair.”

He reached for her hand. “I’m talking about a marriage based on mutual respect. A union, Trinity, based on love. My love for you and yours for me.” His dark eyes burned into hers. “I want you to be my bride. And I’d want that whether there was a beautiful baby needing us or not.”

For a short, sweet moment, the words sang around in her head. He wanted them to be married—for real. But it didn’t make sense. Not after all he’d said and explained about a career-first mind-set getting in the way of a sound marriage. And didn’t his parents’ rocky marriage support that claim?

“You as good as said yourself. When a man takes his work as a mistress, sooner or later resentment sinks in. If you want the best for Bel, if you really love me—”

“I really do.”

“—then you’d walk away now. Bel needs stability.”

He nodded as if he understood. “I’ve told my father and the rest of the mob, I’m stepping down from the role of chairman-in-waiting. In fact, I offered my resignation from the family board.”

Trinity blinked as the words hit then sank in. That couldn’t be. “But you are Harrison Hotels.”

“Was. Now I’m Bel’s future father. Your future husband. That is, if you say yes.”

“Zack, this is crazy. You need to think this through.”

“I’ve done nothing but think. Now it’s time to act.” He wound an arm around her waist and pressed her near. “I love you, and that’s a thousand times more important than wheeling and dealing. Turns out I’m exactly like my brothers. I want to settle down. Have a family.” He dropped a kiss on the side of her mouth. “I want that with you. Only you.”

She breathed out a question. “And Bel?”

“She’ll be the jewel in our crown. The happy ending to our story.”

Trinity felt her eyes prickle and fill. All at once, she felt so happy. Bubbling and wanting to cry with it. A happy ending. She siphoned down a breath then said, “I’ve always wanted one of those.”

“I know what I want. You.”

“Are you sure?”

He grinned. “I’m so sure, it’s scary.”

Her heart was pounding so hard, and she didn’t feel as if she could get enough air. She couldn’t believe it. “You really love me?”

“Until the day I die.”

That happy sob building in her throat finally escaped over a heartfelt smile. Suddenly she felt so full she wondered if she might burst.

“I didn’t want to tell you…”

“Tell me what?”

She surrendered. “That I love you, too.” Hopelessly and with all her heart. It had killed her to tell him to leave that day. She never thought she’d see him again.

He was slipping the ring on her finger, bringing her hand to his lips and, as tears spilled down her cheeks, for the first time in her life Trinity felt truly whole.

When he gathered her close, she had to say, “I just hope you don’t miss any of your old life.”

“Not a chance,” he said.

And a heartbeat before his mouth covered hers, in love’s sweetest words, he told her why.