Page 56 of Nico
He was amazed at her sensitivity and humbled by it. He also wondered how it could be possible for him to love her even more than he already did.
"You're perfect," he whispered hoarsely.
"No." She shook her head. "There will be times when I wonder what the hell I'm doing." She sighed. "I love you very much,Nico, and am willing to compromise because that's what loving a person means."
"So am I." He brushed back a wisp of hair from her cheek. "And I'm grateful that you want to spend the rest of your life with me. I was thinking three weeks from now."
"What?" She blinked.
"Getting married. The end of January. It does not have to be anything big. Mother is going to want the ceremony to be at the manor, I hope you don't mind."
"I cannot plan a wedding in three weeks."
He frowned. "You want something lavish. We could--"
"No," she shook her head. "I certainly do not want a circus. But three weeks? That's just impossible."
"Nothing is impossible if you have the resources. We'll hire a wedding planner and I'm sure my mother and sister would be delighted to be part of the planning."
Her heart took a slow dive. "I'm going to have to tell my mother."
He watched the trepidation come over her face. "Or we could tell her after we come back from our honeymoon."
She rolled her eyes and had him sneaking in a kiss.
"I wish I could agree to that. She's going to make a big deal out of it, out of you. This is what she had always wanted. And I'm giving it to her." For a few seconds, she felt anger churning inside her. "She wanted me to marry a rich man and now it seems I am giving her what she most desired."
"And that upsets you."
"Damn right." She looked at him and felt her anger easing off. "I'm sorry, I know how that sounded."
"There's no need to apologize. I have no idea what you went through, having never gone through anything like that myself." He stroked her cheek gently. "All I can assure you is that I will be there for you. And suggest you try not to allow her to have that much power over you."
"Easier said than done," she muttered. "I love you."
His expression softened. "I know that."
"When I start behaving like a raging bitch, I want you to remember that."
He cocked a brow. "Will I be getting any advanced warning?"
"Just look out for that side of me when she arrives. Right now, she's in Tuscany at the tiny vineyard, as she puts it, trying to acclimatize. We had words on Christmas Day, so, now I'm not her favorite person." She shook her head. "Sylvia Greene thinks the world revolves around her and considers herself to be a victim."
Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers. "She did one thing right at least."
"What's that?"
"She made you. Whatever faults she has, she created an exceptional woman and for that I will always be grateful to her." He cupped her face between his palms. "You've found your own way, darling."
She blinked at the tears. He always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better.
"Am I ever going to find any fault with you?"
He smiled crookedly. "You already do. You said I'm messy."
"I said you were a slob."
"Did you expect perfection?"
