Page 113 of Making Over Maris

“Yes, Jack. I will.”

He was up on his feet and twirling her around before the words were completely out. And then he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, even though it was starting to pour. She didn’t even care.

When he finally surfaced, he smiled at her. “Thank you, Sara. Thank you for saying yes.”

“Oh, Jack. I do love you.”

“I can’t tell you how much that means.”

“You don’t have to.” Nah. She felt it. All the way to her soul.

They headed back to the hotel, reveling in the pattering rain, reveling in each other. They were in Paris. They were in love. And it was raining.

How romantic.

He kissed her forehead. “I guess the bridge thing works. My wish came true already.”

She gazed up at him, absolute adoration etched on her heart. “Mine, too.”

“Did you like my flowchart?”

Her lips quirked. “Yes, Jack. This one I really liked.”

“Good.” He kissed her, long and hard. “I’ll have it laminated.”