When Megan pushed him onto his back, Pesh raised his brows at her. “Mmm, I think my future wife is getting ahead of herself. Usually the consummating comes after the wedding, not the engagement,” he teased.

“I think we’ve consummated enough over the last few months where it doesn’t matter.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

As she ground her core against his growing erection, she said, “Looks like I’m not the only one with consummating on the mind.”

“You should know that has a mind of its own.”

She grinned down at him. “Well, right now I think we’re both of the same mind.”

As she continued to grind against him, his hands swept to her br**sts. He cupped and kneaded the flesh over her top. At the sound of the door opening, Pesh tried to pull away, but he didn’t make it in time.

“Oh f**king hell!” Aidan’s voice boomed from the doorway. Megan quickly scrambled off Pesh, and they both rose up, trying to straighten their clothes and hair.

With a pained expression, Aidan said, “Seriously? This is my old bedroom!”

Pesh chuckled. “I’m sorry, but you of all people should understand that when the mood hits, you act on it.”

Megan smacked his arm playfully. “That is not exactly what happened.”

Holding up one of his hands, Aidan said, “Frankly, I don’t really want to know what happened. I just came back here to make sure Megan was all right. Next time, I’ll make sure someone else comes, so I don’t need eye bleach to wipe that out of my memory. ”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Megan grumbled, as she got off the bed.

“We were only celebrating,” Pesh said.

Aidan pinched his eyes shut. “I don’t think I even want to know what you were celebrating.”

“Our engagement, pervert,” Megan replied.

Aidan’s blue eyes widened. “Holy shit, you two are engaged?”

Pesh smiled as he rose off the bed and took Megan’s hand. “Yes, we are. Well, I mean, I need to go to her father and properly ask for her hand. And there’s the fact she doesn’t have a ring.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Aidan said, “That’s…wow. I’m so happy for you two.”

“Thank you. And I do mean that. If it weren’t for you and Emma, I never would have met Megan,” Pesh said.

Aidan grinned as he clapped Pesh on the back. “You’re more than welcome, man. I’m just so glad you two finally realized how good you were for each other.” He turned back to the door before motioning them. “Come on, let’s go tell the others. I think this calls for a celebration, but just not the kind that you two were partaking in.”

Megan shook her head. “We weren’t going to tell anybody yet.”

Pesh nodded. “She doesn’t even have a ring.”

Aidan snorted. “Do you really think anyone out there is going to give two shits about whether or not you have a ring?”

“We just want to do it the right way,” Pesh replied.

Holding up his hands in surrender, Aidan said, “All right, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. But I will say that there is no right way. Hell, look at me and Em. In the end, you have to go with the flow and appreciate the moments that are bigger than you could ever imagine.”

He then turned and strode out of the bedroom. Pesh stole a glance at Megan who appeared to be processing Aidan’s words. “Come on, we better get back out there before they send someone else,” she finally said.

With a smile, he took her hand and led her down the hall. When they got back to the dining room, everyone glanced expectantly at them. Even though he knew he shouldn’t, Pesh blurted, “We’re engaged!”

He didn’t have time to worry about Megan’s anger about him blabbing because he realized she had said it at the same time he had. Cheers went up over the room, and he was hugged and kissed by Megan’s aunts. When Megan’s father, Paul, stood before him, Pesh felt like he’d been kicked in the groin. “Mr. McKenzie, I apologize. I intended to come to you and ask for Megan’s hand—to show respect to you and your wife. I’m so sorry.”

Paul shook his head and smiled. “Please don’t apologize. I’m just grateful that she’s met such a wonderful man who will be a good husband to her and a good father to Mason.”

“I swear to you that I will.” He and Paul shook hands to seal the vow.

In the absence of champagne, wine was poured to celebrate. At the head of the table, Patrick held up his glass. “To my granddaughter and the good doctor, I give you an Irish marriage blessing. ‘May God be with you and bless you. May you see your children’s children. May you be poor in misfortunes and rich in blessings. May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.’” He smiled. “To Megan and Pesh.”

The others raised their glasses. Once Pesh tasted the rich bouquet of the wine, he leaned over and kissed Megan. He didn’t even mind the cat-calls and whistling—he was too happy to care.

Chapter Twenty-One

Standing in front of the lighted hotel mirror, Megan surmised her appearance. It was the first time she hadn’t been encircled by Pesh’s mother, sister, and aunts since she had stepped inside the suite an hour ago. When she had agreed to an Indian engagement party, she hadn’t quite known what she was getting into. She thought it would just be a great way to get their friends and family together. She didn’t know that Pesh’s family didn’t do anything on a modest scale. Without her input, the Plaza ballroom of the Ritz Carlton in Atlanta had been booked. When she had dared a peek inside earlier, it had been transformed into something out of a Bollywood movie.

She had wanted to honor Pesh’s culture by dressing just as a true Indian prospective bride would, so she had gone sari shopping with Lavani and Shveta. What she hadn’t bet on was how gorgeously intricate the outfit would be. Now as she gazed at herself in the mirror, she was almost blinded by the glittering stones and beading on the deep purple and gold sari. The outfit put even the blingiest Miss America pageant dress to shame. The top part was sleeveless, and it ended just below her br**sts. While the front part appeared to be plain satin, the back was encrusted in beading and gems. The skirt, with its beaded waistband, started just beneath her belly button and fell to the floor in the most exquisite silky material. It was hard imagining she was going to be baring her mid-drift, as was the fashion of the sari. Thankfully, she had a jewel encrusted drape that slung across one of her shoulders and down one side.