“Would you marry me before I go back?” Liam asked, casting a sidelong glance at her as he led her back toward the bottom of the path.Ĭhuckling, Honor reached up to brush her fingers over his clean-shaven cheek. Because this time she knew it would be well received. She couldn’t wait to call her mom and sister to tell them the news. “Yeah, guess so.” She felt giddy, like she might burst from happiness. Tuning them out, he helped her to her feet and put his hands on her hips in that possessive way she loved. A loud cheer rose up from their friends when they saw the ring on her finger. Laughing, Liam grasped her wrist to hold her hand up for everyone to see. “I know,” he called back, his unrepentant grin telling her he didn’t feel the least bit guilty. “Wentworth, you’re such a dickhead,” Liam yelled up at him, but there was a smirk on his face. “Wow, so much for privacy in the most romantic moment of my life,” Honor muttered to Liam. The two of them stood there peering down at them, along with Maya and Jackson, Erin and Wade, and Cam and Devon. Ryan was lowering his cupped hands away from his mouth and Ace was smacking his shoulder. They both whipped their heads up to glance toward the top of the bank. “So she said yes?” a familiar male voice called out from above them. When he eased back and took her left hand in his, Honor’s fingers shook slightly as he slid the aquamarine on. Liam groaned and caught her face between his hands, then kissed her breathless. “Yes.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his jaw, squeezing her eyes shut. “Marry me when I get home, Honor.”įighting tears, she knelt down in front of him. When I go to Bagram this time, I want to know this is back in its rightful place.” He paused, gazing up at her with such sincerity her heart turned over. Honor’s hands went to her mouth as he dropped to one knee before her, his gaze locked with hers. I wasn’t ready to let it go, and now I know it’s because I was meant to give it back to you one day.” “I carried it with me on every mission I flew, like a good luck charm. “You kept it.” The whisper was barely audible over the rushing river below them.
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