She nodded over and over again. Her throat was clogged with tears and adoration for this incredible man who shouldn’t love her but did. She swallowed hard and managed to croak, “Yes!”
“Eres mi cielo. You are my heaven.” His voice sounded as choked as hers. He dropped his head so his forehead rested on their intertwined hands.
When he lifted it, his face blazed with exultation. He released one of her hands to pull a green velvet pouch from his jeans pocket. Shaking a ring into his palm, he held it up for her. “This belonged to my great-great-grandmother, the seagoing queen whom you admire so much. I thought it suited you better than the lilies that decorate so much of our family jewelry.”
The ring was a gold Calevan dragon with frill flared and mouth wide open to hold a large sapphire that matched the color of the ocean surrounding the island country.
“It’s magnificent!” Quinn breathed.
Gabriel took her left hand and slid the ring onto it. “Legend says that the gem was part of the treasure from a pirate ship that the queen captured.” He smiled. “You would not hesitate to take on Blackbeard himself, so I felt she would approve of you having it.”
“I don’t think Blackbeard left a lot of data trails,” Quinn said, holding up her hand so the sapphire glittered in the candle glow. “It even fits me.”
“I might have arranged that,” Gabriel said.
“Because you think of everything.” She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. “Except that there’s not a single soft surface in here where we could make love.”
Desire flared in his eyes. “I will be your soft surface, cariño mío.” He wrapped his fingers around her upper arms and eased her down onto her knees. Then he sank sideways, pulling her with him until he lay under her, his back on the stone floor.
“You’re going to get bruised,” she said.
“I promise you that I will feel no pain,” he said, cupping his hand around the back of her head to bring her lips to his.
Before she lost herself in his warm, powerful embrace, she whispered, “Te amo. I love you.”
Gabriel hit the last note, and the crowd exploded into applause. He lifted his head to squint against the spotlights aimed at his stool on the stage. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead, and he swiped at it with the back of his hand.
“Así se toca!” came the roar.
Happiness bloomed in every cell of his body. He had played well, pouring all the emotion he no longer feared into the music. And his audience responded.
The old theater was not as big as the soccer stadium where he’d played the song he’d cowritten with Kyran Redda, but flamenco was meant to be more intimate. It also had a royal box where the king and his parents sat, applauding with enthusiasm. He had gone through the formality of asking his uncle for permission to marry and told his parents of his intentions, but none of them knew the proposal had happened today.
As they were driving to the theater, Quinn had asked him if he was nervous. Strangely, he had been more nervous about proposing to her. Now that the dragon ring was on her finger, he had felt nothing but excited anticipation.
He had looked forward to sharing his music with the world. But he had something even more important he wanted to share.
Pulling up the microphone, he said, “I have a new song to play for you. One that I wrote for the woman I love.”
A few “awws” rose from the audience. He smiled before he turned sideways, seeking Quinn in the wings of the stage. There she was, in her jeans and T-shirt with the VIP pass hanging around her neck. She blew him a kiss as he looked at her.
She was going to be pissed at him for this. He put the guitar down, stood, and held out his hand. “Quinn Pierson, will you please join me onstage?”
She shook her head in a violent no, but he kept his hand out and waited. She glared at him before composing her face and walking onto the stage. She had learned to smile and wave when in the public eye, and she did it now as she stepped into the dramatic lighting.
When their relationship had been formally announced, the media had gone digging, as expected. But true to his word, the king had already set his powerful PR machine in motion. With its influence, Quinn’s past had been transformed into a heartwarming story of redemption and second chances. Even her father’s history had been spun into a single father doing his best for his child. Quinn had snorted at that, although she’d acknowledged there was some kernel of truth in it, a kernel that had helped her begin to rebuild her relationship with Brendan.
All this had made her a pro at dealing with public attention. She just didn’t like it.
As she grasped his hand, he pulled her in for a brief kiss, and she whispered against his lips, “I’m going to punish you for this.”
He smiled and whispered back, “I can’t wait.”
Then he turned back to the audience. “You are the first to know of my joyful news. This amazing woman has agreed to marry me. I wish to shout it from the rooftops, but I will content myself with announcing it from this stage.”
The crowd leaped to their feet, cheering and stomping.
He twirled Quinn back into his arms, pressing her small body hard against his as he dipped her for a passionate kiss.
“Do you still love me?” he teased as he brought her upright again.
“I love you so much that I’m going to do this in front of everyone.” She shocked him by reaching up to pull his head down for a kiss that sent his blood searing through his veins. She tilted her head back to gaze up at him with a happiness in her eyes that matched his. “My duke in shining armor.”