Authors: Nora Roberts
“So have I. We saved each other, didn’t we?”
“We loved each other.
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,” he said again. “These are the words I give you.” He opened his hand and held out the pearls. “Will you take them, and this gift, as a symbol of betrothal? Will you take them, and me?”
“I will.”
He drew her to her feet. “Soon, then, for I’ve a great respect for time, and the wasting of it. Now, look what you’ve done.” He trailed his fingers gently over the scratch on her cheek. “There’s a mess you’ve made of yourself.”
“That’s not very romantic.”
“I’ll fill you with romance, but first I’ll tend those hurts.” He scooped her off her feet.
“My mother’s going to be crazy about you.”
“I’m counting on it.” Because he wanted to savor, he walked for a bit. “Will I like Boston, do you think?”
“Yes, I think you will.” She twirled a lock of his hair around her fingers. “I could use someone who knows something about antiques in my family business.”
“Is that so? Ha. A job. Imagine that. I might consider that, if there was thought of opening a branch here in Ireland, where a certain wildly-in-love married couple could split their time, so to speak.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She laughed as he spun her around, pressed her lips to his, and held on tight as they leaped into space and flew toward home.
And happily-ever-afters.