“We have to stop meeting like this,” she teased, cocking her eyebrow toward the steps. He looked breathtakingly handsome with his button-down Oxford shirt rolled up to his elbows.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to look at stairs the same way,” Duke said, walking up on her. His hands pressed against the door on either side of her head. “You know, I fell in love with you in front of the Baezes’ stairs. You were standing right under the same mistletoe.” He nodded toward the ceiling, encouraging her eyes to follow where he hung the dried plant.
“You did not.” She beamed inwardly, but held her composure. “This is the same one?”
“Es verdad.”
She smiled. “I already agreed to marry you. You don’t have to woo me with your tricks.”
“Okay, mi future esposa.”
Macy closed her eyes and moaned, “We are not going to do anything with your parents in the other room.”
“I’ll be quiet.”
“Yes, but I might not be.” Macy giggled. “Hey, speaking of your parents, you know you didn’t close your eyes and wish to win the lottery when you saw them.”
He dipped his head down and inhaled a kiss. “That’s because I already have, Macy. I already have won. Thanks to you and the children, I have my own family.”
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