Jean was quite glad she'd never think he'd do anything like Callum to her. If there was one person in this world he actually hated, it was that bastard, namely because he would not leave Az alone, even after this long.
Not that it was concern anymore.
Her looking at him like that made it easier somehow. And harder, since he didn't want to clang this by doing it badly. He wanted it to be special, romantic. Unfortunately, his tongue wasn't cooperating.
"I wanted to ask you-" he began before he stumbled. Blast. Just spit it out, he mentally scolded himself.
"Marry me, Az," he blurted. Oh bugger it all, that wasn't how he meant to say it either. He looked down and shook his head, taking a deep breath. Then he looked at her and squeezed her hands gently.
"Will you marry me, Adela Forester?" There, he'd finally gotten it right.