Page 139 of Winter Vows

He nodded. “Just like that.”

She shook her head as if to clear it. “Dylan, I can’t think.”

“Don’t think. Feel. What do you feel right now?”

“Overwhelmed,” she said at once. “Dizzy.”

He tucked a finger under her chin, waited for her to meet his gaze. “And?”

“In love,” she whispered. “I don’t understand why or how it happened so fast, but it’s true. I love you.”

“Then can you think of a single reason to wait?”

“I can think of a million reasons to wait,” she said, regarding him with mock severity. Then a smile spread across her face. “But not a one of them really matters.”

“Then we’re on? You’ll marry me?”

“Yes,” she sighed against his lips. “Oh, yes.”

“If there weren’t a whole waiting room full of people out there, I would make love to you right here and now,” he told her.

“I could get rid of them,” she offered.

“But you won’t. You’re entirely too responsible. I admire that, usually. I can wait until later.”

“Tonight?”

“Or our wedding night,” he suggested. “Maybe that should be the one traditional thing we do.”

“Tonight,” she repeated very firmly.

Dylan laughed at the prospect of two control freaks butting heads from now through eternity. “If you say so, darlin’,” he said, proving that he’d very recently learned the art of compromise.

“I say so,” she said, seizing the last word.

He figured he’d let her get away with it...this time.

Epilogue

Impulsiveness could only go so far. Kelsey made Dylan wait for two months before walking down the aisle. She insisted there were too many things to be settled, such as whether he was going to accept Justin’s offer to work as a deputy sheriff and which brand of toothpaste they were going to use. She wanted all of those pesky little details ironed out before the ceremony. She intended to start their married life in blissful unanimity.

Of course, things got a little crazy when it came time to decide on how big a wedding to have. Harlan Adams won out with his bid for a lavish affair, held in the same church where all of the Adamses had been wed. There were two ring bearers—Bobby and Shane—two maids of honor—Lizzy and Trish—and a whole slew of ushers. Jeb was the best man.

As for the honeymoon, with Bobby staying safely at Lizzy’s Dylan had refused to tell her a single thing. He’d swept her away from the ceremony, escorted her to the Delacourt Oil corporate jet, and for most of the trip he’d plied her with champagne and kisses to keep her questions to a minimum. After a while she hadn’t much cared if they wound up on a beach in Hawaii or in a snowbank in Alaska. Or stayed at thirty thousand feet. “We are not making love for the first time in a jet,” Dylan declared eventually, drawing away with obvious reluctance.

“Why not? The idea of flying high on love doesn’t suit such a staid individual as yourself?”

“Staid? Me?” He regarded her indignantly.

She reached for the top button on his shirt and slowly undid it. “Prove me wrong,” she challenged. She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue over his lower lip. He shuddered.

“Kelsey.”

His protest sounded a lot like a moan, so she decided to put a little more effort into getting him to loosen up. She worked the next button loose and caressed his upper lip with her tongue, then dipped inside his mouth until they were both gasping for breath.

There was a lot to be said for surprising Dylan with her inventiveness. It was having a very provocative effect on her own libido, too. She’d never had the time or the lighthearted daring to experiment with her own sexuality with Paul. Dylan seemed to welcome it, even if he was somewhat bemused by it. In fact, he was beginning to look downright dazed.

“Doesn’t this fancy jet have a bed?” she inquired, gazing around at the luxurious interior and concluding that this was a life-style she could get used to.

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