Page 226 of Off Limits Mogul

Noah approaches her.

Stasia takes a step aside.

Noah and Keira interlace fingers.

I’m still on one knee.

My best friend doesn’t say anything. He stares at his little sister.

“He loves you,” Noah says, jerking his head in my direction.

“Not as much as I love him.”

“You two belong together.”.

“We do,” Keira says. “You’re here, Noah. You’re finally here.”

“Rhys wanted to surprise you. I’m back intown for good, sis. It took a little longer than expected, but Los Angeles is my home now.”

Keira’s brow arch. “Really?”

Noah nods. “I figured I should be close by in case I become an uncle soon,” he says with a wink.

“I didn’t even pop the question yet, and you’re talking about babies.” I roll my eyes.

His apologetic gaze meets mine. “Sorry.”

“I’m still so shellshocked to process anything, anyway,” Keira says.

“Get out of the way before you do any more damage, Noah.” I shake my head.

He chuckles.

It’s not that I was looking for his approval, but I wanted Noah to be aware of my intentions in regard to his sister. He was a hundred percent behind me. Giving who he is and what he means to me, I wanted him to be right by my side––like he always has been. Not to mention, he’s Keira’s only living relative.

Noah has been back for three days. He’s been hiding at Shane’s place. After the accident, he promised Keira he’d be back in LA once the production for the show wrapped up. There was a kink in his plan. Hardcore fans refused to accept the end of an era. To appease the hungry audience, the producers extended the show by one more season. Noah told Keira he’d travel a bit before returning to LA. That was also a ruse. Nothing would’ve prevented him from being here tonight.

I take Keira’s hand into mine.

“I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life.” I love this woman with all my heart. “Without you, Keira, this life is meaningless.”

“Oh, God, Rhys,” she says on the heel of a sob.

“I’ve had a thing for you for a long time, but I didn’t want todie because I went after the baby sister of a guy who could crush my skull with one hand.”

Everyone laughs.

“You’re making me sound like a monster, Hartford,” Noah says. “I’m not that scary.”

“Stop kidding yourself, buddy.” Beckett scoffs. “You’re the size of a tree and your hands are the size of a grizzly bear’s paw.”

Only pretty boy Beckett would have the balls to voice what the rest of us think.

Another round of laughs ensues.

Noah rubs a hand behind his neck. “Okay, maybe I’m a little intimidating.”

I shoot him a pointed look. “Quit butting into my proposal. I’ll be an old man by the time I pop the question.”