“Yes, PI be your wife.” He groaned in satisfaction and kissed me so deeply he stole my breath. I was burning up on the lawn, and it wasn’t from the Miami heat. I pulled back breathlessly to say, “But I have some conditions.” Slightly amused, he waited for me to continue. “The TV thing. I really want to watch it whenever I want.” He laughed. “Tough negotiator.” “And I have a career now. I model for—” “I know.” I raised a brow, and then suspicion set in and popped my bubble. I had doubts about how I got into the modeling industry so quickly, and it was confirmed by a single passing flicker in his eyes. “I thought it was divine intervention,” I grumbled. “Now I know it was diabolic intervention.” He chuckled. “You really don’t have a problem with the modeling?” “I don’t like the idea of the world staring at your body.” His eyes narrowed. “And if someone tells you to lose your ass, there’ll be a new missing person’s report added to the list. But if you like what you do, PH deal.” I fought a smile. “That was a more aggressive response than I expected, but somehow more passive as well.” “You won’t call me passive when we’re not on the street and you’re reminded of making me wait four months.” I raised a brow. “I didn’t make you wait.” “Theoretically,” he returned. “I configured how much space a woman would need from her kidnapper before he proposed to her.” I laughed. “And you came up with four months?” He ran a thumb across his upturned lip. “The results were inconclusive, so I waited until I couldn’t anymore.” I pressed my face against his chest, soaking in his smell I’d missed so much. I couldn’t stop myself from saying it again. “Ya lyublyu tebya.” He made a noise of satisfaction. “Ya byl tyoim pervym I ya budu tvoim poslednim.” I was your first, and I will be your last. “Don’t you want to know if I’ve been with anyone after you?” “You haven’t.” The response was so confident, it told me one thing.