Page 165 of Square Deal

He looked down and shook his head as he laughed. “You would find out if you’d let me get a word in.”

Tears sprang up again. I was shaking. Isaac pulled the ring out of the box and held it up.

“We haven’t exactly done things in order. I guess it serves me right that my grand proposal got fucked up by a bunch of swans I rented.”

I laughed. “You rented the swans?”

“Details.” He waved his hand dismissively. “We can discuss that later.” Isaac took my hand. “Hannah Jane Hayes, you are quite possibly the most infuriating woman I have ever met.”

“Wow,” I said with raised eyebrows. “You’re crushing this proposal thing.”

He lifted a finger, shushing me. “I thought I had the world, but I didn’t realize how much I was missing until I found you. Until I broke into your office, stole your champagne, and convinced you to make a deal with me—fair and square.”

Isaac stood up and held the ring between us. It was dazzling.

“So, I have one more deal to make with you,” he said, staring deep into my eyes. I wiped away the tears and laughed like a maniac. Isaac took my left hand and turned my palm down. “Marry me.”

He slid the ring onto my finger and kissed me. I pulled back, holding his cheeks in my hands.

“You didn’t give me a chance to say yes.”

“I’m a confident guy. I told you I had a good feeling about this deal.” Isaac grinned and lifted me off my feet and spun me around. “What do you say, Princess?”

I laughed and kissed him. “Hell yes.”