Yara's eyes dropped to the diamond ring Harrison had produced, and a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. "You've been carrying that ring with you every day?"
The tips of Harrison's ears went red. There was a rare, unguarded shyness in his eyes. "Yes. I kept imagining it — what it would look like if I proposed to you one day, what I would say..."
"So, Yara — will you marry me?"
Ethan went rigid where he stood, completely at a loss.
Yara laughed softly and said yes.
Harrison got to his feet and slid the ring onto her finger, then pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"No — stop—"
Ethan was on the verge of falling apart. He lunged forward to intervene — and his phone rang.
He answered it. The old estate's housekeeper came through, frantic. "Mr. Ross — it's the dowager Mrs. Ross.
