Her gazed was locked on the box. “What the fuck is that?” she demanded, the abject terror in her eyes almost enough to make him laugh out loud.
“Not what you think. But I’m going to take a knee anyway.” He crouched down and knelt before her. “I’d hoped that when I came back for good and you had a little more time to cool off, I’d be able to get you back. Then I was going to let you get used to the idea before I asked, but now feels right. Cat,” he opened the box and in it was nestled a folded piece of paper, “I know it’s a pretty big step, but will you help me complete my bucket list?”
She blew out a sigh of relief and gave him a blinding smile. “Yes. Totally, one hundred percent yes. Jeez, you scared me there for a second. Not that someday…”
He stood and pulled her close. “Baby steps,” he whispered into her hair.
“Baby steps,” she agreed, nodding against his chest.
A heavyset agent approached them, scowling. “Sir, are you boarding this flight or not? The doors close in two minutes.”
Shit, everything was going so well, he didn’t want to leave her now. “You know what, I can rebook in a couple weeks and—”
“Or, I can go with you if you want some company?” Cat reached into her pocket and pulled out a wrinkled ticket. “I had to buy one because they wouldn’t let me through security without it.”
“Hell yes, I want company.” He moved to pull her in for another squeeze but she held up a hand.
“I can only stay a couple days because I have work, but at least we can be together. And you’d have to take me to the doctor to get a cast, and let me borrow some clothes.”
“Or not,” he murmured, letting his gaze slide down her body.
“Or not,” she agreed, a wicked gleam lighting her eyes.
“Come on, lovebirds, we doing this or what?” the agent asked.
“Yeah,” Cat murmured softly, never taking her eyes off him. “Yeah, we are so doing this.”