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"You come close." She touched his face again. "Three weeks?"
"Three weeks," he asserted. "I'm not willing to wait any longer."
"The press is going to have a field day," she pointed out.
"Let them." He peered at her curiously. "Do you mind?"
"I guess not." She wrapped her hands around his neck. "I suppose I'll have to get used to the attention."
"Small price to pay for loving me."
She smiled at that. "Do me a favor."
"Anything."
"Make love to me."
His eyes darkened. "I was expecting to slay dragons or take on a whole biker gang for you. Nothing this simple."
"Biker gang?" She laughed throatily. "Really?"
His grin was sheepish. "That just popped into my head. I would probably end up offering them some money and getting the hell out of their way."
"I'm certain you could hold your own." She slid her hands over his shoulders and chest. "You're very strong."
"Hmm." He was already dismissing the conversation and concentrating on the silky-smooth skin. "I love the taste of you."
"Don't stop doing that," she whispered as he slid his tongue over her throat.
"I won't," he promised.
Chapter 14
As soon as she was on board, Linda took charge of the planning for the wedding. And Sadie was relieved to let her. Nadine was also a very eager participant. Sadie realized that she had come to like the sister of the man she was going to marry.
Her mother had been told, and her reaction was as expected. Sylvia Greene was thrilled that her daughter had managed to bag the son of such a powerful and wealthy man. She couldn't be more pleased and was flying home as soon as possible.
"I want to be part of the planning," she told her daughter briskly over the phone. "Whatever our differences, you're my only child and this is a big moment for you."
She paused. "I know you think I've not been a very good mother, but I've always wanted to do what's best for you. Besides, I refuse to be outdone by the Coulters. I might not have the amount of money they do, but I intend to do my part. I want to pay for your dress."
"There's really no need--"
"I insist. We'll look at different styles together and choose. We're both of the same build and I would suggest you wear one of my many wedding dresses, but they never brought me much luck. And the only one that did, the one I wore when I married your father, belonged to his old crone of a mother who insisted on having me wear it."
"Thank God, it fell to pieces over the years. And she along with it. I'm really happy for you, honey, and I want you to know that I did love your father. He was the only man I ever loved. I searched for someone to replace him and never succeeded."
Sadie was amazed at the frank conversation. Her mother had never revealed anything of such a personal nature to her before. It changed everything and made her realize that mothers were humans too and allowed to make mistakes.
"I'm sorry darling." He looked harried and preoccupied at the same time as he opened the door to admit her. His gray sweater was torn at the collar, and he wasn't wearing socks or anything else on his feet.
"Mrs. Bigelow is insisting on some changes to the sculpture and the deadline is upon me. I knew I promised to accompanyyou and Gracie to the children's museum, but--" He lifted his shoulders in a helpless shrug and stepped back so she could enter. "She's going to be so damn disappointed. Perhaps I could ask mother or Nadine to make the trip--"
Stepping towards him, she went on her toes and kissed his lips. "I'll take her. It's good practice for me and we really need to get to know each other better."
He stared at her for a few seconds. "Sure?"
She nodded.
