everything Kira suggested. She said the clothes made me look romantic, and I fell for it like a ton of bricks.' She met his eyes. 'Because I feelromantic, Clancy. Wonderfully, wildly, gloriously romantic.'
He grew very still. 'Are you trying to tell me something?'
She took a deep breath. Say the words, she told herself. 'I'm trying to tell you that I love you.' There, the words were out and lightning hadn't struck. Clancy was still sitting there looking at her.
His smile was gentle and a little sad. 'I know that, Lisa. I know you feel something for me or you would never marry me, no matter how grateful you are. I saw how upset you were when Baldwin was taking those little jabs at me, but you didn't have to do this. What I told Baldwin was true. I've accepted the fact that you can't love me as I love you. It doesn't matter to me.'
Struck speechless for a moment, she stared at him. Then she burst out, 'The hell it doesn't!' She jumped to her feet, her eyes blazing. 'I know damn well it means a hell of a lot to you, just as it would to me if I didn't believe you loved me. Yet you're sitting there looking at me as if I were a half-wit child who's not responsible for her own actions.'
'Lisa…'Clancy stood up, a startled expression on his face. 'I didn't mean-'
'I know exactly what you meant to do. Protect Lisa. Care for Lisa. Love Lisa. Well, isn't it time Lisa gave some of that back?' She took a step nearer, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. 'I am
He shut his eyes, his body tense. 'For God's sake, don't tell me that if you don't mean it, Lisa. I've grown accustomed to the idea that you could never give me-'
Her hands went to his shoulders and she gave him a little shake that was far from gentle. 'Open your eyes and look at me, dammit. What does it take to get through to you?'
Obediently he opened his eyes and she saw a glimmering of radiance in their depths. 'I think you're beginning to succeed.' His chuckle was a little husky. 'Maybe if you tried a karate chop or two.' He picked her up and swung her in a wild, boisterous circle with a joyous laugh. 'You mean it? Oh, God, you really mean it?'
'I don't know karate.' She was laughing, too, her eyes alight with the same joy. 'But I could learn. Because I'm not-'
'A camellia,' he finished for her. 'Or a princess, or-' He broke off to kiss her with an exuberance that flooded her with happiness. He lifted his head. 'But you are my love and the mother of mychild and the center of my particular universe. Will you accept that, acushla?'
'Oh, yes, I'll accept that.' She nestled her head against his shoulder. 'Gladly.'
He picked her up and sat down on the marble bench, cradling her in his arms. 'I think we'll dispense with the karate lessons until after the baby is born. I think you're being put through enough daily turmoil without that.' He placed one hand gently on her abdomen. 'I was worried about you after that mess at the airport this morning.'
'You shouldn't have been. The baby evidently thrives on excitement. He's been very active this afternoon.'
'Really?' His other hand joined the first, splaying out gently, searchingly. After a moment his eyes flew to meet her own. 'I'm not jealous, you know,' he said. 'I want you to realize that. I couldn't be. I already love our child very much.'
'I know,' she said softly, and felt an aching tenderness tighten her throat. 'It wasn't true what Martin said, Clancy. Perhaps it might have been in Martin's case because I never knew what love was all about then. I've been thinking about that while I sat here waiting for you.' Her arms tightened around him. 'There are all kinds of love in the world. Mother for child, friend for friend, lover for lover. All separate but equal.' Her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder. 'Then, sometimes, if we're very lucky, we're given a love that's very special and combines all of those in one. That's what I feel for you, Clancy. It doesn't mean that I loved Tommy or will love our child more or less than I do you. There's no way of comparing love, because it’s all joy.' She was silent for a moment, searching for words. 'Remember that gypsy saying Kira told us about? To share joy is to share the soul. Well, to share love does the same thing, Clancy. It goes into every part of our minds and hearts and binds us together so that there are no shadings, no comparisons, nothing but one shining entity.' She closed her eyes and her voice was a mere breath of sound. 'Isn't that wonderful?'
'Wonderful,' he echoed. He swallowed and then laughed huskily. 'Lord, I feel like I want to shout or cry or…'He shook his head. 'I don't know… something. I didn't think this could happen to me. I thought I'd missed the boat somewhere along the way. It took such a long time coming.' His lips pressed gently against her temple. 'But now I've got it all. After half a lifetime of waiting, it's really here.'
He shook his head. 'I don't feel tired. I feel young and strong and so damn happy that I want to wave banners and send up flares. I couldn't sleep if I tried. I just want to sit here and hold you.' His big hands moved gently on the swell of her stomach. 'And maybe feel our child move beneath my hands. Could we do that?'
The tears were brimming, but Lisa refused to letthem fall. This was not a night for tears, not even tears of joy. 'Oh, yes, love, we can do that.'
She closed her eyes again and relaxed against his warm strength. It was quiet and fragrant here in the garden, and they were surrounded by peace and delight and love. So much love. Now was the time of serenity and anticipation. There was really no need to do anything at all but listen to the sweet song of the nightingale in the oleander tree and wait for the stir of new life to come.
IRIS JOHANSEN
