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They also went to Scotland where they explored areas so green, it was dazzling.

Now they were in Paris, and she was taking numerous photos of the Eiffel Tower and despite the cold, they bicycled in the Boulevard de Belleville.

After that very energetic ride, they were dining at Septime.

“I am going to make several albums and mark them honeymoon adventures.” She flashed him an impish smile as she dug into her Croque-monsieur. When she had admitted that she had not really travelled. He had decided then and there to give her the full experience. And he was happy he did.

She was enjoying every minute of it, and so was he. He had traveled the world, but now he was seeing it through his bride’s eyes. She was also receiving admiring looks from the French men dining in the restaurant. In fact, she attracted attention wherever they went.

It made him want to gather her against him as a warning that she was taken. But she did not seem to notice. Thankfully, she had eyes only for him. Her effervescent mood was contagious, and her laughter had people laughing with her.

“I am afraid we are going to need several albums.”

Their days were filled with colorful adventures and the nights making love until it turned dawn. He could not keep his hands off her.

“You spoil me.” She declared suddenly; eyes moist as she stared at him.

“Nonsense.” He brushed back curls from her cheeks, his touch lingering. “I thought this is the way a husband is supposed to treat a wife. Unless I am mistaken?”

“I am the most fortunate wife in the world.

“And I am by far the happiest husband alive.”

“How long are we staying in Paris?”

“Two more days and then we go to Spain and then several Caribbean islands.”

Her eyes went wide. “No kidding.”

“No kidding.” He grinned at her. “I want to show you off.”

Their photos had turned up in several magazines and there was no doubt that theirs was a love match.

He had another surprise waiting when they returned home, one he had worked feverishly to accomplish.

“I love you.” She told him.

His eyes darkened. “I love you more.” Later that night he showed her how much and had her weeping in his arms.

*****

“Are you going to allow me to take the blindfold off?”

“Patience my love.” They were back from their honeymoon having spent Christmas Day in the beautiful island of the Bahamas. The miserable weather had hit them as soon as they landed at the private airfield. A car had been waiting to take them to his loft, where he had collected his vehicle and said that they had somewhere else to be.

By now it was snowing, tiny drops hitting the vehicle and melting instantly.

They traveled for half an hour before he stopped the vehicle. “Now.”

She reached behind her and took off the black tie he had placed over her eyes. They were parked in a circular driveway with palm, oak and sycamore trees lining the drive and dripping with snow. The house itself was a red brick three stories building,with massive windows reflecting the dull rays of the afternoon sun.

“Where are we?”

“Shall we?” Unbuckling his belt, he came around to open her door and take her hand.

“Evan?”

“We are home, if it meets your standards.”

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