“Our marriage started badly, but I still believe we can have an amazing future. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please give me a chance to prove how much I love you.”
She slid into his arms and hugged his waist. “I love you, too. I believe you.”
“You do?”
“I do.” She nodded against his chest. “Maybe because I have to, but I do.”
Relief shuddered through him. He vowed to spend his life proving she had no reason to doubt him. He kissed her, and it was like coming home.Home is where the heart is.He kissed her again and again. Desire awakened, and his cock stirred.
“I shut down my Cosmic Mates profile. I swear I just forgot,” she said when they came up for air.
Evidence of her affection and fidelity had been all around him. His own fear had caused him to doubt her. “I know. I came to my senses fairly quickly—but by then, I was en route to the other village with Tailless.”
“Is he going to be okay?”
“He’ll live. He must be part cat, but he’s using up his nine lives really fast.”
“A woman at the woodshop said you’d driven off alone.”
“Zhara wouldn’t have seen Tailless. He was lying in the rear of the conveyance.” Marshall shuffled them toward the bed. “Let me hold you.”
“You are holding me.”
“Closer,” he said and glanced at the metal monstrosity against the wall. “Let me stoke up the stove.” He broke away to shove two herb cakes into the beast and then ducked into the water closet to wash his hands.
He emerged to find the granny gown puddled on the floor and Amity peeking out from the covers. She held the blanket back, and he climbed into bed.
Arms and legs, head and shoulder slipped into their rightful, comfortable place. “Mm,” she murmured, snuggling against him. “You feel good.”
“I told you naked was better.”
“You said ‘closer.’”
“You knew what I meant. You ditched the granny gown.”
“How do you even know what a granny gown is?”
“I know if I had had a granny, she would have worn that nightgown.”
“Nobody’s granny has worn a nightgown like this since 1900. I think somebody raided a museum.”
“Well, you were rockin’ it. You’re fetching no matter what you wear. But naked is better.” He smoothed a hand from her shoulder, down her hip to her thigh.
She stroked his chest while he trailed his fingers over her skin. Arousal stirred, but there was no rush. They had all the time in the world. Then she giggled.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’ve been quite chatty this evening. This is the most I’ve heard you speak.”
“I’d do anything to save our marriage—even talk,” he quipped then said, “You’re the most important person in theworld. Refuge granted me personal liberty, but you freed my spirit.”
“I love you, Marshall.”
“I love you, Amity.”
And because she liked conversation, he whispered a few suggestions in her ear.
“Ooh,” she murmured and wiggled against him. “I do like it when you talk.”
