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Right Side of Love 

“I am not amused, Jonathan Lawson,” she snarled. “And I am done, just plain done, waiting for you to decide to propose.”

Brows raised, lips still twitching, he observed the beauty of her heaving breasts under her pretty blouse, so enticingly pushed up by her folded arms, a glimpse of the shadow between them visible through the gaping shirt. How he loved this woman and couldn’t imagine living his life without her in it, and yes, she was so correct — he’d put off asking her to marry him for far too long.

Before he could say another word, she abruptly stood and marched across the kitchen, her boots clomping on the floor. Pausing in the doorway, she did a sharp about-turn and announced, “The wedding — our wedding — will take place on the nineteenth of April at two o’clock in the afternoon. And, honest to God, Jonathan Lawson, if you are not waiting for me at the end of the aisle, I will hunt you down and … and …”

She threw her hand up in exasperation and huffed. “Just be there!” she railed and stomped out the door …