Dizzying Puzzle

Ciaran blinked at her; his heart fluttered oddly in his chest. “Do you want to marry me?”

“Why? Do you want to marry me?” Brenna pressed another kiss to his mouth and then pulled ahead to speak to Niamh.

Ciaran spluttered and reached out to try to catch her shoulder, but Deagan placed a hand on his arm.

“I wouldn’t bother puzzling her out,” Deagan said. “She’ll just make you dizzy.”

She already made him dizzy. Ciaran nodded. “So...do you believe I have some grand destiny?”

“I know you do, lad,” Deagan said easily. “I saw what you did.”