continue on the path set before me, but I think that path is with you.”
“Then you’ll marry me immediately?”
She sat up slowly and pushed at the silky hair tumbling around her face. “I have promised you marriage and I don’t go back on my promises.” She suddenly looked alarmed. “Oh, Sam. I was cooking dinner for you and I’ve forgotten it entirely. It’s probably ruined.”
“You know how to cook too?” he asked.
She regarded him somberly for a long moment. “Yes. When I can keep my mind on what I’m doing, which clearly, when you’re around, I can’t.”
He laughed, happiness bursting through him like a bright rocket. “Go take a shower. I’ll see if I can salvage the dinner.”
She rolled off the bed and started toward the bathroom. She half turned in the doorway, her tattoos gleaming in the candlelight. She sent him that small, mysterious smile that always set his heart racing. “I
He watched her go, that fluid grace, her hair snaking down her back to below her waist, and his heart ached with pure contentment. He had found home and it wasn’t the wooden structure surrounding him, it was a little slip of a woman who had forever taken his heart.
Christine Feehan
