Page 62 of His Weekend Wife

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“You look amazing,” Declan forced the words from his weak tongue. She was wearing a simple, yet form fitting pale blue dress that made his misbehaving mind come up with all the different ways he could remove the material from her luscious body.

She smiled and her face flushed. He found it intriguing that she still blushed after everything they’d shared—everything they’d done together. He liked that about her. No. Loved that about her.

“I’m glad you like it.” She did a flirtatious twirl that sent the hem of the dress swirling around her thighs—a part of her that he wanted to sink his fingers in and spread them wide.

He pulled her against his tense, needy body. “Enough that I want to forget dinner and slowly remove it from your body with my teeth.”

“Wow, my knees went weak. But isn’t this dinner important?”

He nodded and blew out a long breath. “Yes, unfortunately. Another hoop I need to jump through.”

“Is Mr. Hannigan a nice man?”

“He seems fair and reasonable.” He pulled back slightly. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” He tilted her chin to bring her face upward and he kissed the corner of her mouth, then firmly on the lips.

“I wish you could have taken a walk with me today. The estate is absolutely amazing. The vibrancy. The smells and sounds. And my conversation with a sweet man.”

He lifted a brow. “A sweet man?”

“He must be the gardener. Maybe you’ll get to meet him before we leave.”

“Did you catch this man’s name?”

“Roe.”

“Just Roe?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t ask his last name.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Maybe tomorrow we can take a walk together. Tonight, we socialize. Shall we go, my darling?” He held out his arm and she tucked her hand around his elbow.

“Lead the way, Mr. Knight.”

“Certainly. The sooner we get this over with the quicker I can get you back here and rid you of that dress.” He wagged his brows.

“I must admit. I’ve been looking forward to your touch.”

And he kept her words in his mind as they walked to the main house and were greeted by the stern looking butler who showed them into a great room and through a set of massive wooden doors.

“Mr. Hannigan asked that I show you out to the patio. He’ll be with you shortly. Can I get either of you a drink while you’re waiting?”

“I’ll take a scotch. And you, sweetheart?” Declan asked.

“I’ll take a water with lemon, please.”

“I’ll bring it right away.”

“Wow, this place is huge. Even bigger than the Knight mansion,” Ash whispered once the butler was gone.

He laughed. “Have you dreamed of a place like this?”

“Of course not. I’ve always hoped for a two-story white house along the water’s edge. Something quaint, simple, because after all, I’m a simple woman.”

“I’ll remember your wishes, love.” He lowered his head, whispering next to her ear, “I also remember how you used to talk about filling a house with children.”

She looked up at him, reaching into him with her invisible hold and grasping his heart. “That hasn’t changed. Unfortunately, the circumstances did. You wanted children too.”

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