He put a finger over her lips, his eyes gentle. ‘That isn’t what I want. I want to make sure you’re chained to me so that you can’t run off easily when you realise what you’ve married.’ He dropped to one knee and she gave an appalled gasp.

‘Conner! You don’t have to go that far! The seagulls are usually pretty busy above here. Kneeling could be a messy experience.’

‘If I don’t kneel, I’ll never hear the last of it from the locals.’ With an exaggerated gesture Conner took her hand in his. His eyes gleamed wickedly and he lifted an eyebrow in question. ‘Well? How daring are you feeling? Can you bring yourself to marry a reprobate like me?’

‘Conner!’ There was a disgusted snort from Evanna. ‘You’re supposed to make it romantic. At the very least you’re supposed to tell her that you love her.’

‘I’m on my knees in seagull droppings,’ Conner growled. ‘I think that tells her quite a lot about my feelings.’

Half laughing, half crying, Flora looked down at him. ‘You haven’t said that you love me. I want to hear you say it. That’s the really important bit.’

‘I love you.’ This time his voice was serious. ‘I love you, Flora Mary Harris. Will you marry me?’

‘Yes. Oh, yes. Yes!’ She choked on the word and tears spilled down her cheeks.

Instantly Conner was on his feet, his expression horrified as he scooped her face into his hands. ‘What’s wrong?’ He brushed the tears away with his thumbs. ‘All my life I’ve been making women cry because I wouldn’t say those words. Now, suddenly, I’ve said them and you’re crying!’

‘I’m crying because I’m happy.’ She pressed her mouth to his. ‘I’m happy and I love you. And, just for the record, my answer is yes.’

Torchlight wavered on her face. ‘Speak up, Flora! We can’t hear you at the back!’

Flora started to laugh. ‘Yes,’ she yelled in a voice so loud that Conner flinched. ‘Yes, I will marry you.’

There was a cheer from the crowd on the quay and Conner folded her into his arms. ‘I hope you know what you’re saying yes to, because you can’t back out now.’

‘I’m saying yes to everything,’ Flora said softly, and this time her words were for him alone. ‘Everything, Conner.’

‘Everything?’ His eyes held a wicked gleam. ‘In that case, I don’t know about you,’ he murmured against her mouth, ‘but I think I could do with a bit more privacy for the rest of this conversation. Your place or mine?’

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Dare She Date the Dreamy Doc?

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

CHAPTER ONE