" He kept my hand in his and touched my face with his fingertips, ever so lightly. He studied my face as if he would memorize it. The tears slowed, and I looked up into that most beautiful of faces. “Anita Blake, will you do me the honor”—he dropped to one knee in the shower—“the honor and wonder of marrying me?” I started to cry again, damn it! I nodded and finally found my voice. “Yes, yes, I will. "
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