“My answer is... yes.”
Nico sucked in a breath, desperately hoping he’d heard correctly. “Yes? You’ll marry me?”
She nodded, and he broke out into a wide smile. “That’s... that’s great. That’s wonderful. *Thank* you, Rebecca. I really can’t thank you enough.”
Nico grabbed her hands in his, and for a wild moment, Rebecca thought he was going to kiss her—in fact, she hoped he would. Instead, he jumped up from his seat and went over to his desk, yanking open one of the side drawers grabbing something from it.
He came back over to the couch, a small green velvet box in his hand. “I hope this meets with your approval,” he said, sitting again and fumbling a bit with the cover. “I had to guess at what you’d like. We can always exchange it if...”