Page 70 of The Survivor

“And the risks that come with your job?”

“You told me you could handle it.” His probing gaze was filled with trepidation. “Did you mean that?”

She took a breath, nearly drowning in the pool of love reflected in his eyes. He looked so sexy standing there in front of her, his magnetic dark gaze awash with sincerity and his rough voice thick with emotion.

Could she handle the danger of his job? God, if it meant spending her life with this gorgeous, incredible man, she could handle just about anything.

“Yes, I meant it,” she said firmly.

“Good.” He paused for a beat. “Then I think that maybe we should get married. I don’t think I can stand not waking up in your arms every morning.”

Her head snapped up, but the surprise his comment evoked was quickly replaced by amusement. “Are you serious? That proposal was almost as bad as your snow angel.”

He laughed. “I could get down on one knee if you’d like but the ground looks kind of cold.”

She couldn’t help but return the laugh. “How about kissing me, instead?”

His breath hitched. “Put me out of my misery first, sweetheart. Is that a yes?”

She took a step closer and twined her arms around his neck. “Yes.” With a grin, she added, “You might be stubborn and demanding, but I love you, Blake. With all my heart.”

And then she kissed him.

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