“What are you doing?” Jake asked.
She blinked. “I’m getting ready to jump, of course.”
“I’ll catch you.”
“I know.” She could do this. “I love you, Jake. And I want to marry you and have your babies and tie you up to four-posters, and—”
“You might want to stop there,” Jake murmured.
“Nah, let her keep going, boss. It was getting interesting.”
She turned slowly to see a whole crowd of grinning coworkers loitering in the open doorway.
“Congratulations,” Dave said. “I knew you’d get there in the end.”
“Which is a hell of a lot more than I did,” Jake muttered. Then he held out his arms, and Kim stepped into them.
A cheer sounded from the doorway.
“Just a moment,” Jake said. He released her, stalked across the room, hustled them out, and slammed the door in their faces. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe we were at the point you were about to tell me that you’d always do what I say, that I’d wear the trousers in our marriage, that you’ll never tell me what to do, that you’ll—”
He stopped her words with a brief, hard kiss, then dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to her stomach. Leaning back, he stared up into her face.
“Marry me,” he ordered.
What could she say? He was Jake. “Yes, boss.”