Page 74 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

I noted him walking towards me and I met him halfway.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Why did you stop? Is something wrong?”

His eyes were roaming all over me.

“I’m good,” I told him as I raised my hand to his cheek. He leaned into my touch and the affection on his face melted me, making it easier to voice my next words. “A thought crossed my mind and stopped me in my tracks.”

He chuckled. “That must be some thought then.”

“I think I’m going to write again,” I blurted out.

His eyes observed me with an unreadable expression..

“If you think I’m crazy,” I started jokingly, “...you are probably right, but you are stuck with me now, husband.”

He took my face in his hands and bent his head into a kiss.

“I don’t think you are crazy,” his voice was a soft mumble against my lips. “And even if you are, you are my crazy.”

I smiled. My hands wrapped around his neck and I pressed my body against his.

“Those are the nicest words anyone has ever told me.” I felt like my heart floated away to join his. “I might use them in my next book.”

“You do that,” he chuckled. “And make sure you tell everybody you belong to Lachlan McLaren.”

His kiss was light as a feather and it stopped too soon.

“I have a plan for today,” his deep voice was sending shivers down my body and I hoped his plans were us in the bedroom.

“Ok,” my voice was breathless. “Are we staying in bed all day?”

His baritone laugh echoed through the air.

“No, not this time.” He kissed me one more time on the lips. “We’ll be having a picnic.”

“Oh.” How disappointing. “I have to take a shower first.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed. You’ll like it.”

I looked at him dubiously. “Not sure if I’ll like it more than the bedroom but ok.”

Another chuckle tore from him, and I couldn’t help but admire his beautiful face with a stubborn strong chin that made him look so distinguished.

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