Madcap Miss (29 page)

She was reassured by the compliment but said,
“
I am not ravishing, Whewett.
”

“
I think you are. You ravish me. In pinafores and in pigtails, in shiny suit and dashing bonnet, for better or worse, in sprained ankle and in health.
”
His voice assumed a husky burr as he spoke.

His arms closed around her, crushing her against him for a long, heart-pounding moment.
“
Are you sure?
”
she asked.

He tipped her head back from his shoulder and gazed at her, his eyes glowing, while a smile hovered on his lips.
“
I was never so certain of anything in my life. Right in there with death and taxes,
”
he said, before he lowered his head to kiss her.

Even on tiptoe, she had to stretch to get her arms around his neck. In frustration, he lifted her up from the ground, with his hands around her waist, and his lips clinging hungrily to hers.

“
You can put me down now,
”
she said, after a long kiss. Sense returned when her feet were again on the floor.
“
Oh! What about Mary? I am supposed to be working for her,
”
she remembered.

“
No, for me, you lazy little squab. Now get to work.
”

She resumed the first duties of a new fiancée, and her performance caused no doubt that she would provide an even more satisfactory wife than she had a daughter.

Copyright © 1990 by Joan Smith

Originally published by Fawcett Crest (ISBN 978-0449216958)

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