Page 85 of Violent Hearts

"Yes?"

"You, out there, all by yourself," he says, his eyes locking onto mine. "My sexy Button, turning every man's head with her beauty, her sass, her talent. You're more than most men would ever dare ask for."

I blush and let out a helpless chuckle. "I don't think th-"

"Let's just make sure that everyone knows you're mine," he says, cutting me off.

I don't know what he's trying to say, until he gets up from his seat, still holding my hand while he walks around the table, coming to a halt right next to me.

"Jared, what..."

My voice breaks when he goes down on one knee, a smile that never lacks his characteristic obscurity appearing on his face.

"You're mine," he says. "My partner in crime, my equal, my savior, my everyday challenge, and my everyday delight."

He pauses, smirking at my reaction as he produces a little jewelry box from the inside pocket of his jacket and drops to his knee. He opens the box, revealing a simple twisted split band ring with a round diamond setting.

"Ann Porter, will you do me the honor of wearing this ring and letting the world know that you're my everything, my wife-"

"Yes!" I cut him off, before I drop down from my chair, falling right into his open arms, tears threatening to betray my idea about being a strong and self-sustained woman. "Yes, yes, yes."

"And here I was, thinking that this could be the last time you'd let me have the final word," he breathes into my ear. "My sassy Button."

"Never," I reply, between showering him with kisses. "You're mine just as much as I'm yours."