“What?”
“I asked for their permission to marry you last week.” Her parents were old-fashioned, and he figured it was the right thing to do. Bad enough he ravished their daughter on a nightly basis until the both of them couldn’t function.
He had to do the honorable thing—he wasn’t about to ask her to move in with him no matter how bad he’d wanted to make that happen. He knew her, understood her background and realized she wouldn’t settle for nothing less but a ring and marriage and the whole nine yards.
And he was that gone enough over her that he had no problem whatsoever giving her exactly that as best he could.
“You are so sweet.” She clutched him, tipping her head back for another kiss, which he offered most willingly. “Now let’s get out of here.”
“The reception isn’t even finished yet.” He glanced about the room, at the many people still sitting at the tables, at the oblivious couples crowding the dance floor who had no idea he’d just made Lanie his fiancé.
“I know.” She smiled wickedly. “Let’s go up to our hotel room and celebrate our engagement. Alone.”
The reception was at a gorgeous hotel on the coast and most of the wedding guests were staying the night.
“Sounds good to me.” He took her hand and hurriedly led her off the dance floor, earning a giggle from Lanie for his efforts.
“You don’t think the married couple will be offended that we blew out early?”
“Nah, I told Evan what I was going to do.” He shot her a mischievous smile, and she socked in the arm in return.
“So you told everyone what was going on except me?” They strode hand in hand down the wide hall. A bank of elevators was in the distance. “You know now, don’t you? And aren’t you happy?” She smiled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling. In her gorgeous pale blue dress that skimmed her curves and the sexy heels that made him want to nibble her toes, she’d never looked sexier. “Oh, I’m definitely happy.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And you’re about to get a lot happier in a few minutes.”
Lanie giggled again. “Promise?”
“I promise.”