Page 106 of Choosing Stella

My breath caught.

Then it vanished.

Geo turned back toward me.

His hand was closed around something.

My attention dropped to it.

For once, my second sight had apparently decided subtlety was hilarious.

Geo came to stand in front of me.

I looked from his hand to his face.

“Geo.”

“Almost two months ago, after The Exchange, you told me to take you home.”

My throat tightened.

He kept his eyes on mine.

“I did. Then we decided the safe house wasn’t going to be our home, and we chose this place together.”

He opened his hand.

A ring rested against his palm.

White light broke across the stone.

There were my useless flashes.

Geo’s voice stayed steady.

“I know what I want, Stella. I want this life with you. I want every ordinary day that comes with it.”

My eyes burned.

He stepped closer.

“But the decision is yours.”

Then Geo DiNero, who could stop armed men without hesitating and had once required several conversations before admitting tarot might be more than cardboard, went down on one knee in front of our Christmas tree.

“Will you marry me?”

I didn’t need cards.

I didn’t need a flash.

I didn’t need the universe to tell me anything.

“Yes.” I reached for him. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Geo stood so fast I laughed.

He caught my face between his hands and kissed me before I could say anything else.