raised her brows. ‘Do you have more of those?’
When he laughed it was the most glorious, uplifting sound she’d ever heard. ‘You have no idea how much I wanted to hear that again. You have a great laugh. You should do it more often.’
‘You know you’re not going home tonight, right?’
‘I am home.’ She tore her gaze away to flick a brief glance over his shoulder. ‘But you might need more closet space before I move in. Wow. You have a lot of books.’
A light kiss was placed on the corner of her mouth. ‘I like to read.’
‘You can’t have read all of them.’
‘Yes, I can, and you could sound less surprised.’ He bestowed another kiss on her eager lips. ‘What’s more I remember them word for word. You can pick a page later.’
Miranda felt the heat coiling low in her abdomen. ‘You have a photographic memory?’
‘The term is didactic and I plan to rewrite the rules by filling my memory with images of you. The look on your face when I propose...’ Kiss. ‘How beautiful you are when you walk down the aisle...’ Kiss. ‘When you hold our first child...’ Kiss. ‘Wiping away your tears when we attend their graduation...’ Kiss. ‘We’re gonna make a lifetime of memories and when it’s my time I’ll take every one of them with me and die a happy man.’
The demonstration of how much he’d been holding back created a swell of emotion it was impossible to contain, joy leaking from the corners of her closed eyes as she leaned her forehead against his. ‘I love you so much.’
‘And I love you. Don’t ever doubt that.’ He leaned back and waited for her to open her eyes before adding, ‘Still questioning what I did to deserve you but I reckon I’ve got at least sixty years to figure it out.’
When he winked, Miranda grinned. He was all the fun she would ever need. As he went to work with remarkable one-handed dexterity on the buttons down the centre of her sweater she answered his question in a way that made perfect sense to a woman whose childhood belief in happily-ever-after had been renewed.
‘That’s the thing about rescuing the princess from her ivory tower.’ She kissed his crooked smile. ‘Once he does, the hero of the story is kinda stuck with her after that.’
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The only thing worse than waking up naked in a strange bed was realizing there was someone else sleeping in the bed, too.
Someone male.
The bright light on the other side of her eyelids sent pain streaking through Lorelei LaBlanc’s head as she tried to piece together exactly what the hell was going on...and who she’d just spent the night with.
She forced herself to lie still; jumping right up might wake her companion, and she didn’t want to get straight into a confrontation before she had a handle on things.
Think, Lorelei, think.
She had a hangover that would slay a mule, and it hurt to think. How much champagne had she consumed in the end?
Connor and Vivi’s wedding had gone off without a hitch; all of the four hundred guests had had a fabulous time. The church had never looked better, and the hotel had outdone itself with both the decor and the food. She’d been at the head table for dinner, but once the dancing had begun and the champagne had really started flowing... Well, that was where things began to get a little fuzzy. She remembered having a small, good-natured disagreement with Donovan St. James over...
Her eyes flew open.
Oh. My. God.
Bits and pieces of the night before came rushing at her with distressing speed and clarity.
Carefully, so as not to aggravate her hangover, she rolled slowly to her other side. Sure enough, Donovan lay there on his back, bare-chested, with only a sheet covering his hips and one leg. His hands were stacked behind