Page 54 of Win a Date with a Detective

“She’s a menace.”

“Allegedly.”

He grins.

Then reaches into his pocket.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

“Rachel.”

He drops to one knee.

And opens a little black box.

Inside is the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen.

Well.

Second most beautiful.

Because the man holding it is pretty spectacular himself.

“I’ve examined all the evidence,” he says. “And I’ve reached a conclusion.”

I press my hands over my mouth.

“What’s that?”

“That I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

A tear slips down my cheek.

“Bronson…”

“I love you, sweetheart. Will you marry me?”

I practically tackle him.

“YES!”

He laughs as he catches me.

“Is that your final answer?”

“YES, DETECTIVE!”

He slips the ring onto my finger.

And then he kisses me.

Thoroughly.

Passionately.