‘Yes. Apparently there is a room full of guests waiting for us.’
‘But I’m not ready!’
Nadir gave her a wry smile. ‘Can I take that as a yes?’
‘Yes, oh, yes. Most definitely yes!’ She pulled him to his feet and stepped into his arms, where Nadeena promptly laid her head against his broad chest. Seeing it, Imogen did the same and Nadir cupped the nape of her neck and lifted her mouth to his.
‘I think I need a tissue.’
Having forgotten all about Minh in the doorway, Imogen beamed him a wide smile. ‘I’m getting married.’
Nadir brought her mouth back to his for one last searing kiss. ‘Yes, you are. In an hour. And you should know that I’ve told Zach that I intend to become King if he doesn’t want the position.’
Imogen smiled and finally felt that everything was as it should be in the world. ‘He won’t. You were born to be King, Nadir.’ She reached up and ran her hand across his stubbled jaw, her eyes full of the love she felt for him. The love she would always feel for him. ‘You were born to be my King.’
Nadir’s smile was slow and sexy. ‘A king who will be at your service. Always.’