Page 86 of Ignited
“Duh. Hurry up!”
He went down the line, lighting the fuses. They shot into the air.
He’d gotten it perfect. The first volley formed a white tiger face—blue eyes and all. Karisma did a rebel yell.
The next batch was easy—they made a heart.
And the last ones had been the hardest to get just right. They formed words.
WILL
YOU
BE
MY
MATE?
She gasped, then turned around, her mouth open to say she already was his mate. Then she saw what he held.
Her own dog tags, in her favorite shade of pink, with diamonds and glitter on them. “They’re just like mine and Bro’s,” he told her. “Homing beacons, communications and all.” He caught her hand, cupped it, and dropped the tags into it.
“I know you claimed me, and we’re already mates, but I wanted you to have a real proposal. Rings don’t really work for shifters, so… I thought you’d like these.”
She flung her arms around him. “I love them. So much! Put them on me.”
He slipped them over her neck, and then pulled her into a kiss. The people around them whistled and cheered.
“So,” he said, still holding her. “Did you like your special fireworks?”
“I loved them. But I wish I had video.”
“I asked Breanna and Madison to both do it,” he said. “And Dealer. To make sure it came out. I believe in redundancy.”
“You,” she paused to kiss him, “are surprisingly sweet.”
“Damn. I was hoping I was the kind of bad boy that made you super-hot for me. Don’t you ever watch TV? The sweet guys never get laid.”
She said, “Little known facts: 1) TV isn’t real.”
“Oh, now, stop right there. Don’t tell me that.”
“And 2) In real life, women loooove bad boys who are sweet only to them.”
“Cool. Now I’m gonna be evil to everyone, except you. You get breakfast in bed.”
“All the time?”
“Good gods, woman, when am I going to have time to be bad?”
She giggled. “Okay. Besides, I need to spoil you sometimes, too.”
“Excellent. I love explosive treats. And your treats,” he kissed her again, “are hella explosive.”
“Really,” she purred. “Wanna go back to the cabin and get spoiled?”
He gazed into those incredible blue eyes, and then said, “Hey! Blake! You mind supervising the cleanup? Because I’m gonna go back to my cabin and get thoroughly, completely savaged by a naked tiger.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
He took his wicked tiger’s hand and dragged her off to be bad. Together.
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