I turned to Adam and smiled.
His eyes sparkled. “Marry me.”
I froze, blinking at him. “What?”
“Marry me.” He walked toward me and cupped my face. “I mean it.”
My lips parted.
Oh my God.
“I just saw you so happy. I want to see you here, in this room, happy all the time.” There was no doubt in his eyes—just love. “I mean it, Poppy. I want you to marry me.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay?”
I nodded.
He kissed me hard. I grinned against his lips.
“I thought you’d put up a fight,” he said.
“Nah. It’s like you once said to me: you’re rich, you’re famous, and you’re good in bed. You’re a catch.”