“Rhea, will you marry me?”
“I dunno. Now that you’re proposing, I really have to think about this…. Transvestites really aren’t my thing.” She walked over to him and brushed his hair back from his forehead. “Do you promise to never again interfere with my job?”
“I can only promise that I will do my best. I know you’re capable, I do. But you have to understand that emotions don’t always think before they act.”
That was true enough. Rhea doubted if she could ever stand by and let him be hurt either. She would have done the same exact thing had their roles been reversed. “Okay, we’ll take it on a case-by-case basis.”
“Thank you.”
Rhea shuddered as one of his false eyelashes came free. “Can you at least promise me that you’ll never, ever wear that outfit again?”
“Definitely.”
She nodded. “Then fine. I can marry you.”
Ace grinned and rose to his feet. He lifted her up in his arms and headed for the door.
Before he could open it, Rhea stopped him. “By the way, just for the sake of clarification, I will be the one in the wedding dress, correct?”
“No doubt about it. Now I have to go get out of this outfit before we hit debriefing.”
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Rhea gave him a playful look. “So does this mean I get to see you naked?”
“Yes, ma’am, it certainly does.”
The End.