" Do you really expect me to fall apart every time another woman throws herself at you? Because, if that's so, I'll be a nervous wreck before the honeymoon's over. Although, if they do it in front of me..." He went still. " Did you just propose to me?" She bristled. " Do you have a problem with that?" The scoreboard lit up, and he gave the world a high five. " God, I love you. "