Saint brought her into the foyer where a guard touched his hat in greeting. At the elevator, Saint tapped in a code.

“This is starting to feel like a secret location for spies or—Oh.”

The doors opened into a sparkling wonderland. A jewelry shop. A very, very exclusive one if the thick glass and security precautions and displayed tiaras were anything to go on.

A woman introduced herself as Ms. Smythe. She had long black hair, bright mauve lips and vintage-style sunglasses with yellow lenses that sat low on her nose.

“Ah. My earrings found their owner after all,” Ms. Smythe said with warm approval. “They suit you.”

“Oh. Thank you. I do love them,” Fliss said sincerely, touching one self-consciously.

“Please make yourself comfortable.” She waved at a love seat with a low table before it.

Fliss’s heart clenched as she saw the array of diamond rings in a specialized black tray waiting on the table.

“I’ve prepared a selection for you to peruse, but it’s only a starting point. I can also create a custom piece once I have a sense of your taste. Shall I fetch some nonalcoholic bubbly?”

“Yes.” Saint nodded at Ms. Smythe. “Give us a moment, if you don’t mind.”

He brought Fliss to the table. She could hardly breathe, realizing what this moment was. Her whole body grew hot, her cheeks stung and her eyes welled.

“I keep thinking,” Saint began gravely while circling his hand in her lower back.

She looked up at him, wanting to capture and memorize everything about his proposal. He was as handsome as ever, still looking freshly shaved and crisp from his morning shower. His suit was a lightweight sage green, his collar bone white, as was his tie. His mouth was twitching as though he wasn’t as steady on the inside as he looked on the outside, and his dark coffee eyes were so compelling she could have fallen into them.

“For the baby’s sake...” he continued in a voice that was growing husky.

For the baby’s sake.

She knew that wasn’t the best reason to marry, but it was a good one. She wanted more commitment between them. She already knew that she wanted to spend her life with him. She loved him.

Oh, God. She loved him.

Her insides felt as though they tilted and glinted, reflecting rainbows through her as she accepted all the lovely colors of love he provoked—the bright yellows and laughing greens, the passionate reds, the introspective blues and the endless fire of pure, white love.

“We should have more commitment between us. You’re shaking.” He reached for her hand. “I should have warned you this morning. Asked. I am asking,” he said wryly. “Will you marry me, Fliss?”

“Yes,” she whispered, blinking to clear her welling eyes, so suffused in the power of her love for him she could hardly speak.

He drew in a breath the way he did sometimes when she touched him intimately, as though the pleasure was more intense than he could bear. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, mouth hot and hungry but tender and sweet. Thorough and...loving?

As the fires of arousal began to catch in both of them, he drew back, rueful.

“Let’s pick a ring.”

She swiped under her eyes and drew a breath, trying to catch hold of herself. It wasn’t the engagement filling her with so much joy, though. It was this feeling. She was in love. She had found her person.

He is the one.

“They don’t have prices,” she whispered as she picked up one at random.

“This is not a place for bargain hunters,” Saint said drily. “I like this one.”

He offered an emerald-cut diamond the size of her thumbnail. A pair of trapezoid-cut diamonds flanked either side. The setting was simple yet different enough to be eye-catching. It was stunning and elegant.

Fliss instantly loved it but made herself scan for something that looked less expensive. All the rings were incredibly beautiful and tastefully extravagant and had to be worth millions of pounds. He wasn’t really going to give her a ring like this, was he? What happened to two months’ salary?

“Try it on.”

Her hand was still trembling. She let him push it onto her finger, but it wouldn’t go over her knuckle.

“My fingers are swollen.” It was still morning, and all of her was puffy these days.

“I’ll resize it.” Ms. Smythe appeared with a tray that held two filled flutes of sparkling amber liquid.

“But after the baby comes...”

“I’ll do it again.” Ms. Smythe handed her a glass, then offered the other to Saint. “It only takes a day or two. It’s no trouble.”

Fliss didn’t know a lot about fine metals, but she knew platinum couldn’t be melted down and used again.

“Unless you’d prefer something with color? This yellow diamond would suit your skin tone,” Ms. Smythe said.

“I actually like this one.” Fliss was still trying to force the ring over her knuckle. It was the one Saint had picked out, and looking into its facets was like staring into an infinity mirror.

That was what she wanted to believe, that he was promising her infinity.

“Excellent. Congratulations. Let me get my gauge.”

A few minutes later, they were on the sidewalk again, standing in the shade of the building while they kissed again.

“Say hello to Mrs. Bhamra for me,” Saint said. “Ask her if she’d like to fly back with us. We can drop her in Toronto.”

“It’s short notice. She might want to wait until next time, but I’ll mention it. Thank you. Um...” She was aware of the driver standing at the open the door of the car, waiting for her.

“We’ll have dinner tonight, just us. To celebrate.” Saint cupped her cheek and dropped a last, lingering kiss onto her lips.

She smiled shyly. Should she say it? She felt it. Meant it. Wanted him to know it.

“I—” Her throat started to close with nerves. “I love you,” she confided in a hushed voice.

The relaxed warmth in his expression vanished. The cool, remote man appeared, the one who only thought in binary logic and looked like his dad and said things like, “You don’t have to say that.”

Her heart was instantly pinched in a vise. “I mean it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t.” His hard brows came together. “We agreed that wasn’t something we should expect.”

She wasn’t asking for his love. That was what she wanted to say. But she was, she realized. She wanted her feelings to be returned.