My eyes filled with tears at the thought of his mother, the woman who’d died because of a curse meant to hurt him. The woman whose ring was now being offered to me with such love and hope.
“Simone, please, do me the honor of accepting me as your husband. Would you marry me?”
“Yes,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of him as tears blurred my vision. “Yes, yes, yes. I love you so much, mate.” I couldn’t help the wicked smile that crossed my face as I added, “Husband.”
“I love you so f*****g much, wife,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion.
He slipped the ring onto my finger and it fit perfectly, just as it had before, and then his mouth was on mine, kissing me with relief and overwhelming love. The taste of him, the feel of his hands in my hair, the way he held me as if I might
