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Chapter Thirty-One.

Arizona POV.

Mr. Torres leads me towards another room in his house, my eyes taking in everything as I enter. It would appear that we were now in his office. The walls were lined with books, old and new, a brown leather couch and chairs around a medium sized coffee table with a drinks trolley standing near by, a large wooden desk, covered in papers, and brown, padded, leather office chair. Plus a couple of plotted tree plants of some sort either side of large glass double doors, draped in thick curtains, holding out the bright, Miami sun. As my eyes take in the view, my nose takes in the scent. It's a musky scent, very masculine, of liquor and lingering cigar smoke with a faint hint of worn leather, all-in-all exactly what I would imagine any highly successful businessman's home office would look like.

After a moment Mr. Torres clears his throat, attracting my attention, before gesturing for me to take a seat on the old, warn leather couch. He makes his way towards the drinks cart. Coming back to me he places a glass of liquor in front of me and takes a seat in one of the chairs. He watches me for a while, eyes never straying as he takes a mouthful of his drink and lights up a cigar. I don't move feeling a little intimidated by the man. As the man sits watching me, his left leg over his right, cigar in one hand, scotch resting in the other against the arm of the chair, I let my eyes drift around the room before leaning froward, grabbing my glass and taking a long swig. The hard liquor burning a trail down my throat, my face never changing.

"Nervous..?" He questions as he stares at me.

"A little, Sir." I nod trying to remain calm.

"Relax, there's no need to be." He says, then reassuringly adds, with a smile. "Just a friendly chat." Again I just nod. A time passes before he speaks again.

"So, you love my daughter?" He asks, again his eyes glued to me as he awaits my answer. I take another swig of my drink before replying.

"Yes, Sir. I love her a lot. I know it's only been a few days but I find her miraculous, stunning. I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy, no matter what. I'd do anything for her."

"The rest of your life? So you want to marry her?"

"Hopefully at some point, yes I would like that." I answer and then add as a precautionary measure, "If that is okay with you, of course."

"What about children?" He inquires. I think for a moment, my face showing a worrisome expression before a smile replaces it.

"If it would make her happy, yes, I would have kids with her."

"And how will you be supporting this family?" He canvasses. Again I pause, thinking of how to answer.

"Well Sir, as you already know I am a super cross rider. I have got a few sponsors backing me and well I've won a considerable amount of races over the years, resulting in a lot of money being accumulated as well. So I can assure you that money would not be an issue, right now or in the future."

"If you don't mind me asking, how much would you say you have got?" I stop to think again, calculating how much is in the bank at the moment.

"Uhm.. At the moment around $4.2Million and if I have a another good season, which I plan to," I smile, "it should rise to about..." Again I think for a moment, calculating in my head. "$6.4Million, maybe. Give or take a few hundred thousand." He smiles and nods, obviously happy with my answer.

"Would you like another drink?" He asks. I glance down before replying, just a small please. As he refills my glass he asks another question.

"And where would you live?"

"Where ever Calliope would like to. I'm guessing, Seattle, as that's where her job and friends are." Again he only nods, handing me my drink. I take a small sip waiting for the questions to start again but they don't.

"I like you." He states. My head snaps up at this.

"I'm sorry?" I say dumbfounded, not expecting that at all.

"You seem to make Calliope happy, so.. I like you." I decide to ask a question, not knowing what kind of reaction I might get.

"Is that the only reason?" My voice wavering slightly. He lets out a little chuckle.

"No, it's not." He says, I watch him as he thinks of how to say what's on his mind. "When I mentioned children, you looked worried, almost as if you didn't want them." I just nod, confirming what he obviously already knew from my earlier face. "But then.. then you got this bright smile after a moment and you said yes. Clearly something clicked in your head, so I trust that you will make my daughter a very happy woman one day."

"Okay. Well, thank you, I guess." I say a little unsure.

"Before you leave, I've got something I'd like to give you." He stands and makes his way over to his desk. Pulling some keys out of his pocket, he proceeds to open a drawer before picking something out and walking back, this time taking a seat on the couch next to me. He fiddles with the small box in his hands for a moment.

"I know it's early but I can see this relationship going very far and well..." He pauses before opening the small box, I gasp, not sure whether from shock or awe, as my eyes land on a large, but beautiful diamond ring.

"This ring has been in the family for generations. It is always given to the first to get married, and well as Aria isn't in a relationship and your with Calliope and talking to me how serious you are. I thought I should give it to you. Now I know you will probably want to get something a little more modern but I want the tradition to carry on. So as long as she gets it I will be happy, and I want you to be the one to give it to her. I gave it to my wife same as my father gave it to his and so on." I try to form words as he passes the ring to me. I take it carefully in my hands before whispering it's beautiful.

"Thank you Mr. Torres." I continue to whisper as tears fall from my eyes. I feel him wipe them away with a tissue.

"You may as well call me Carlos or dad, your practically one of the family anyway." He says pulling me to my feet and closing the ring box. He wraps my fingers around the small item and lays a hand on top of mine.

"Welcome to the family, Arizona." He says before guiding us back towards the kitchen.