Authors: Sara Craven
that it was to ask for a divorce, but deep inside -' she shook her
head. 'I think I always knew what the outcome would be.'
'And what will it be?' His voice was very hushed suddenly.
She smiled and got to her feet. 'It's too early to say. But who
knows? You might have to chain me to your wrist for the next nine
months, after all.'
She only took one step towards him. He came more, much more
than halfway to meet her, lifting her off the ground into the strength
of his embrace, crushing her mouth under his. His face was
remorseful when he released her.
'God,
anwylwd,
your arm! I haven't hurt you, have I?'
'What are you suggesting? That I should keep you at arm's length
for the next six weeks?' The eyes that she lifted to his face were
alive with love and laughter.
'Heaven forbid!' He drew her close again, his lips exploring hers
with total possessiveness. Then he picked her up bodily and carried
her over to the rocking chair, seating himself with her curled on his
lap. 'I have a confession to make to you, Davina.'
'Is it about Rhiannon?' she asked, her heart beating faster. 'If it is, I'd
much rather not know.'
He swore. 'It is not about Rhiannon. She happens to be my cousin
and a nice, though rather mixed-up kid. But I don't love her and I
never had the slightest intention of marrying her.'
'But you said ...'
'No, you jumped to a conclusion,
cariad.
I said my wife-to-be was
still rather young. And so you are, my darling heart. You were my
wife, Davina, even when we were miles apart. There was never
room in my life for anyone else.'
'Is that the confession?'
'No.' He hesitated. 'That involves someone else—your uncle, as a
matter of fact. I've been in touch with him on and off for about a
year now. I made no secret of the fact that I still loved you and
wanted you back, and I knew he was on my side. There is a new
book,
cariad,
though it's still in my head as yet, and the American
tour was broached months ago. He thought he might be able to use
it somehow to bring us together—and you played right into his
hands.'
'You pair of fiends!' She pummelled at his chest with her clenched
fist and Gethyn captured it laughing and carried it to his lips. His
eyes were warm and sensuous as they looked into hers and she felt
the answering tide of a desire she had no longer any need or reason
to conceal beginning to sweep over her.
'This place,' he murmured, 'is far from being the ideal honeymoon
retreat. It's spartan to say the least and its mod. cons, are neither
modern nor particularly convenient. On the other hand, we shall be
alone here, which we wouldn't be at Plas Gwyn.' He paused. 'I
bought Plas Gwyn for you,
anwylyd,
and for our children, but it's
Rhiannon's home too until she marries, and Aunt Beth's. Will you
mind too much?'
'I don't know,' she told him honestly. 'But don't let's create
difficulties before they arise. As long as I have you, everything else
is unimportant.'
'You have me.' His mouth rested on hers with an eternal pledge.
'And at last my love, my wife, I have you.'