Cuckoo (Kindred Book 3) (29 page)

“Yeah,” he said, still wearing a typical scowl. “I’m asking. You gonna make a big deal about this?”

Brodie didn’t like big shows of emotion, so he wouldn’t appreciate her gushing. But being proposed to by the man she loved was a massive deal, in any woman’s book.

Clutching the ring box in her cleavage, her smile split her face. “Zara McCormack,” she said. “I think I like that.”

Taking the ring box from her hand, Brodie opened it to remove the ring. He tossed the box aside and took her hand to put the ring on her finger. “Sounds sexy as fuck to me,” he said. Sandwiching her hair against her cheeks, he pulled their mouths together, as eager to take control as she was to relinquish it to him.

No amount of danger could extinguish their love. No secret, no person, no aspect of their past could change the love that had grown between them. Brodie wasn’t a typical prince. But these days, when Zara pictured her future, the only thing she was certain of was him. This heirloom was his promise that nothing would shatter their bond.