Harm Intended
Prologue
The woman in Steve's arms seemed a thousand times more beautiful than the sunset reflected on the water beside them. As he gazed into Jaime's eyes, he knew without any doubt that she was the only woman he could ever see himself with for the rest of his life. It was time.
"Jaime," he began in a soft voice, "I have loved you since I was eight years old, and with everything we've both been through, somehow we're still together. I'd like to make sure we stay that way." He kissed her gently, then in one fluid motion Steve hit the ground on one knee and removed the tiny box from his pocket. "Miss Jaime Lyn Sommers, would you do me the honor of becoming my bride?"
Jaime's eyes were glowing with tears of happiness. She'd suspected this was coming – he wasn't usually nervous when they were together – and yet seeing him on one bended knee, with so much love in his eyes, overwhelmed her. She was speechless, and her first response was to throw both arms around Steve's neck, pulling him close for a long, joyful kiss. "Of course I will," she finally whispered in his ear, "absolutely."
Their next kiss was full-on and passionate, lasting until the sun had completely disappeared and hundreds of twinkling stars were the only light still reflected on the water. Two souls that had been joined by fate so many years ago were finally going to make that union official, and it seemed that even the heavens were celebrating.
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