“Two weeks in Hawaii, huh?” I whistled. “You Mershanos sure know how to throw a wedding.”

Sarah’s grin brightened my phone screen. “Well, I did say I preferred a vacation in Hawaii over New Orleans, right? Seems fitting.”

I laughed, recalling our conversation from last year around this time. Just before she went on the show to meet Evan. “Wow, I can’t believe that was twelve, no, thirteen months ago.”

“Right? Look at us now, you in your fancy office at Will’s house, me talking to you from a private jet.” She shook her head. “And to think, it’s all Abby’s fault.”

I grimaced at that. “Yeah, I don’t want to give that woman any credit.”

“Oh, don’t worry. She’ll get what’s coming to her.”

“Did you finally convince Mark to help you?” He had refused outright when Sarah proposed her plan last fall, and again in the winter. Teaching spoiled little girls lessons is outside of my job scope, he’d said. Get someone else.

“No, Evan convinced him.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”

“Yep. I don’t know what he said, but Kincaid is fully on board to help prank my twin. And it’s so good. Wait until I give you all the details . . .”

A knock at the door had me looking up from the screen into a pair of sinfully dark eyes. I smiled. “You’ll have to fill me in later.” Because I knew that look. It was the one that preceded Will’s doing delicious things to me with his mouth.

“Hi, Will,” Sarah said in response. She couldn’t see or hear him from the camera on my phone but likely noticed my facial reaction to him.

“Hello, little minx,” he murmured. “Are you keeping Evan in line?”

“In line, hmm.” She mocked a thoughtful expression. “Well, if you’re asking if I’m encouraging him to behave badly, then yes, yes, I am.”

He chuckled and popped a hip against my desk. He wore dark slacks today and a crisp blue button-down, rolled to the elbows. All business, except for that twinkle in his eyes.

“Good,” he replied. “He needs a deviant in his life.”

She snorted. “Uh-huh. Bye, lovebirds.” She gave a wave and hung up without waiting for a reply.

“Did she call about the wedding?” he wondered.

“Yep, sounds like we’re going to Hawaii for a few weeks.”

He shook his head. “So much for a small affair, not that I ever expected it. Not with this family.” He placed a stack of papers on the desk in front of me. “Speaking of, would you mind reviewing this contract for me?”

I eyed the document speculatively. “What’s it for?” Because it wasn’t something I drafted.

“Read it,” he said by way of answering.

With a sigh, I kicked my stocking-clad feet up onto the desk and started on page one, which was a list of property and assets, including a few sizable bank accounts. “This looks like something Garrett should be reviewing,” I commented as I switched to the next page.

It was a list of promises. All words exchanged between us at one point or another, with a few additives of a sexual nature thrown into the mix. My eyes swam over the page, blurring at some of the more touching memories from the last year.

“Will, what is this?” I whispered.

“Keep reading.”

I did. The next page continued the onslaught of emotion, detailing every aspect of our relationship, spoken and unspoken, and at the end was a simple line. Not a question, because that wasn’t Will’s style, but there was a line for my signature. To acknowledge and accept his terms.

Rachel Dawson agrees to marry Will Mershano.

He placed a ring box beside my foot on the desk. “For your consideration,” he murmured. “I know how much you enjoy saying no, but for once, I’m really hoping you’ll say yes.”

My hand fluttered to my mouth as the oxygen stalled in my lungs. I didn’t know what to say. How to react. Whether to cry or to laugh or to jump into his arms. We hadn’t discussed marriage yet, though that’s where our relationship was headed.

“Will,” I breathed.

“You don’t need to reply now. I’m sure you would like to make some amendments, and as you already know, I’ll always agree to your terms.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and started to leave, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to me.

I met his gaze and grinned. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he repeated, his expression hesitant. Considering all the times I said no in the past, I wasn’t surprised. But this time my heart and soul were in agreement.

I stood and wrapped my arms around his neck.

There was only one word left to say.

And I put my entire heart into it.

“Yes.”