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he awaited the news. “Lillian is fine, and your babies too…”
    Luke didn’t hear the
rest of it, because Sean whooped in relief and dashed off after the doctor to
see his Sweet Lily, and Angie jumped into Luke’s arms.
    “When you said this was
going to be the longest night of my life…I didn’t think this was what you
meant!” Angie teased now that they were able to breathe again.
    Eyes twinkling Luke
kissed her soundly and they followed slowly, hand in hand, to give Sean a
chance to visit with Lillian alone before they walked in.

 
 
    Chapter Eight

 
    It was New Year’s Day,
the magic of the night’s celebration, making love with the gorgeous Luke and
then Lillian’s scare, had taken its toll and Angie was both physically and
emotionally exhausted. Suddenly all she wanted to do was sleep. After they had
briefly visited Lillian and reassured themselves that she was okay. Luke had
taken her hand in his and they walked out to his car together.
    “And Sean?” she asked.
    “He’ll be fine, he can
call me or a cab if he needs a ride later, but I doubt he’ll be leaving
Lillian’s side anytime soon.” The hospital had decided to keep her in for
twenty-four hours for observation. They stood looking at each other in the
crisp morning light and neither seemed to know what to say.
    “I’d better go home,”
Angie decided. Hoping instead he would ask her to go home with him.
    “I’ll drive you,” he
offered.
    “That’s okay, I could
use a few moments alone, anyway. And I only live two blocks from here.”
    Luke
nodded, and hopped into his car. Angie stood watching, unable to help the
sudden tears that sprang to her eyes as he simply drove away. Her hopes of
something more shattered, and suddenly she felt very much alone.
    It was still early New
Year’s morning, and even after showering once again, and changing, Angie could
still feel Luke’s imprint on her body and the silken texture of him on her
tongue. She was still far too restless to sleep despite being awake all night.
She decided to go down to her store, though they were closed for the day, there
was always work to be done. Orders came in online, she could make a start on
filling those ready for delivery the following morning.
    She brewed a fresh pot
of coffee as she worked, but her stomach rebelled at the thought of food. A
dozen orders kept her very busy, some tall orders too. Who on earth wanted
three dozen roses fashioned into a giant bouquet banner to be delivered first
thing the next morning? There was hardly enough time to put them together, it
was a good job she’d come in so early. The door chimes clanged as someone
walked in, looking at the clock, she realized it was barely seven a.m. She
ought to have locked the door while she was here alone. Very foolish of her.
Hurrying out to the front of the store she paused at the sight of the tall dark
figure standing silhouetted in the doorway. “Lucas!” she exclaimed.
    “So, I’m back to being
Lucas again? I guess I probably deserve that,” he said sheepishly. “I came to
pick up a special order.”
    “Oh?”
    “I requested several
dozen red roses fashioned into a special banner.”
    Angie
went into the back and brought out the newly finished beautiful creation.
“Would you like a card to write a message?” she asked, biting back tears.
    “No,
thanks, I think I’ll just deliver this message in person,” he said, taking the
roses, he handed them back to her.
    “But…?”
    The lush red roses were
their own message, fashioned into two very special words. Marry me.
    Lucas grinned as he
watched realization dawn on Angie’s sweet and loving features, but wasn’t prepared
for the cascade of tears that coursed down her cheeks.
    “I did say three nights
and you have to marry me…” he reminded her, drawing her into his embrace.
    She slipped her arms
around him, holding him close as she nestled her cheek softly against his
chest.
    He stroked her hair. “I
love you