"Not happening." His forehead pressed against hers, both of them breathing hard. "You're mine now. And I don't let go of what's mine."

"Possessive bastard," she said, but there was no heat in it. Just relief and joy and love so overwhelming she didn't know what to do with it.

"Damn right I am." His mouth found hers again, softer this time but no less intense. "So I'm going to ask you again. Will you marry me? For real. We might catch a serial killer in the process, but that's not the reason. ...