Brett blinked at her as shock rocketed through him. She locked me inside the bank and called the cops on me? All because I was going to propose to her? That’s taking things a bit far, don’t you think? And what was she doing with the roses…using them as evidence? Jesus.

Sidney walked toward him. Not knowing what her intentions were, he braced himself. Was she going to throw the roses in his face and slap him? My God, she was really taking things to an extreme level. What happened to a woman just saying no to a proposal?

But instead, Sidney grabbed his hand and tugged him down the hallway toward her office. The moment they got inside, she closed the door behind them and let out a huge breath that she’d apparently been holding in.

Brett shook his head in annoyance. “You know, if you didn’t want to marry me, all you had to do was say no. There’s no reason to lock me in the bank and call the cops on me. It’s not a crime to propose to the woman I love.” Her pale face broke with a smile, and that only annoyed him more. “Go unlock the doors, Sid. I’ll leave willingly.”

She laid the roses on her desk and laughed. “You big, lovable goof. I didn’t lock the doors because of you. I locked them because the guy in line in front of you robbed the bank.”

He stilled. “What?”

She grinned again. “Yeah, the guy you were trying to make polite chitchat with was a bank robber. He had us put all the cash from the teller’s register into a bank bag for him and then he walked out with it.”

“Jesus. Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken up.”

Brett couldn’t believe it. He was right there and could’ve helped her. “Why didn’t you signal to me? I was right behind him. I could’ve easily subdued him and held him until the police got here.”

Her head snapped up. “I did signal you. I gave you ‘the look.’”

“Yeah, but the last time you gave me that look, you wanted me to stay out of a situation. How was I supposed to know it meant something different this time?”

She glared at him. “God. We really need to work on our signals if I’m going to marry you. I don’t want my own husband not understanding what I’m trying to tell him.”

One of his brows rose. “Your husband, huh? So is that a yes?”

She shook her head. “Well, technically, you haven’t asked me a question yet.”