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“I love you, Max.”

When he smiled, she matched it.

“So does that mean you’ll marry me? Help me run Oliphant Engraving, which your father did before me? Create a new fashion trend? Make my house a home?”

How could she say no? “I think all of those dreams sound just lovely.”

“Is that a yes?”

Her grin grew. “No, Max. This is the Highlands. That was anaye.”

He was laughing when his lips claimed hers once more.