God.
That was so sexy.
Maybe it was the accent, or how he said it, but Gamble was so attracted to this man.
It was kind of sexy that he was smart too. In all of his life, he never expected to be in love with anyone over his social class as a Marine, but a doctor too?
It was crazy.
Gamble kept sharing what he’d researched. He wanted Poe to know he was fully invested in their relationship, and his past mattered.
“Did you know half of the Scottish clan moved to America in the nineteen twenties? That you’re ancestors were actually Scottish?”
He nodded.
“That is one of theONLYreasons I was able to get my mother to let me go to university there,” he said, clinking his champagne glass off of Gamble’s. “She feared the things she saw on the news about the wildness of America. I, on the other hand, craved that adventure.”
Poe still did.
With Gamble.
Together, they both sipped the champagne.
“I could have been American by birth had one of my ancestors been born there,” Poe admitted. “But alas, I just had to get my citizenship the old-fashioned way. I had to take a test.”
“Oh, no. So you’re not interested in marrying some sexy Marine for a green card? So I missed that boat?” he asked, hinting at what was coming.
Only, someone wasn’t getting it.
Poe laughed.
“I mean, I’d marry you for your citizenship if that’s your kink, Mate, but you’re going to be surprised when we never have to be interviewed by Homeland Security. Then again, you’re trouble, Sir Arthur Doyle, so who knows what agency may come knocking?”
That was the truth.
The FBI was always around The Hunters.
“Damn,” he said, pulling out the food. “Here, I wanted a mail order groom.”
He was amused.
“Oh, and you’d pick me?” he asked. “If you were flipping through the catalog‘Gay Nobility R’Us’,I’d be the one you chose?”
Gamble grinned.
“Hell, yeah,” he said. “You’re sexy, smart, and I’m attracted to you.”
Poe hoped that never changed. He knew he was his first gay experience, and that was why he kept hinting at marrying him.
He wanted Gamble to ask. Since this was new to him, he had to be sure. Poe already was.
This man was meant to be his.
“Question,” Poe said.
Gamble sipped his champagne just waiting for his moment to ask the man to marry him.
“Yes?”
