Page 113 of Off the Rails


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She clapped a hand over her mouth. Now she looked happy, and his heart rejoiced.

“I have the choice to stay in employee housing or rent my own apartment. I thought we could share an apartment. You can come to the city with me and pick a place you like.”

“You want me to live with you…in sin?”

He laughed at her delighted expression. “Yes.”

“My mother wouldn’t approve.”

“I already told her I plan to marry you.”

“When did you say that?”

“Just now. She asked about my intentions.”

She groaned, fisting her hands in her hair. “Did you tell her we slept together too? If she knew what you did to me in that hotel room, she’d take us straight to the church.”

He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “We don’t have to live together. We can go as slow as you want. I’ll only be four or five hours away. I can drive here to spend time with you. Whatever you decide is fine with me.”

She stared up at him with teary eyes. “This is too good to be true. I can’t believe it.”

“There’s more.”

“What?”

“Adam and Kari are getting married at the end of the month. I’m the best man. I thought you could come with me to San Diego and be my date.”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “I’d love to be there.”

“I don’t have to start at the embassy for three more weeks, so we can go on a vacation. Anywhere you like.”

“Really?”

“Sure. We can stay here in Mexico and go to Acapulco. Soak up the sun. Or we can go somewhere exotic, like Brazil.” He wagged his brows. “They have nude beaches there. Don’t tell your mother.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.”

She touched her lips to his, making a little squeal of excitement. “Yes.”

He pushed her back against the tree and kissed her again. “When can we leave?”

“Tomorrow.”

“What about tonight?”

“You can stay with us.”

“In your room?”

“Of course not,” she said, rolling her eyes. “My mother won’t like us living together in Mexico City, but I can tell her we’re engaged. If everything goes well, and you still want to get married at the end of your assignment…”

“I will,” he assured her.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

“So you’ll be my fiancée for two years?”