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Harrison cleared his throat again. For the first time in months, Lainie saw he looked nervous. “Lainie,” he began, and stopped, choking up. “Lainie. My love. The last six months,since I met you, have been the happiest of my life. Building this house for you has been the best thing I’ve ever done. Will you take this ring, and together we can turn this house into a home?” Lainie fell to her knees. The box Harrison was holding out to her was black velvet, and there was a glittering ring nestled inside it. A cushion-cut diamond, ridiculously large, was set in warm rose-gold in the middle of the ring, surrounded by smaller yellow stones. Her grandmother’s ring. “But I sold this,” she breathed. “How did you…?” The laughter lines at the edges of Harrison’s eyes crinkled. “You sold it to me,” he said. “Well, through one of Pol’s contacts, at least. He’s going to use it as an excuse to turn up late to work for the next ten years, but that’s worth it, if…” He trailed off expectantly. Lainie reached forward and grabbed, not the ring, but the hand holding it. “Of course I do,” she said. “I mean, yes. I do. Of course,” she cried, laughing with joy. Harrison slipped the ring out of the box and onto her finger, where it fit perfectly. The sight of it filled Lainie’s heart. She had lost the chance at a relationship with her grandmother, but this ring was a connection between the generations. A promise that things would be different for her own children, when she had them. Harrison covered her small hand with his own, and then pulled her into a kiss that made her heart sing. “My love,” Harrison murmured against her lips. “My Lainie. My mate. My darling, sweetest, most beautiful…” His kisses began to drift down her neck, and Lainie giggled. “Do we want to take this inside?” she said. “Into the nest?” She didn’t know what made her call the house a nest¸ but whatever instinct it was, it was a good one. Harrison’s eyes burned into hers, gold flaring around pupils as black as coals. “There isn’t any furniture in there yet,” he said, his hands slipping under Lainie’s shirt. “Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the workshop?” “We can improvise,” Lainie said, waving away his half-hearted argument. “Come on. Let’s make this place our home.”