Authors: Roumelia Lane
Gray drew her back into his arms. 'I didn't.' He brushed his lips over hers. 'I saw him this afternoon. I've invited him to the wedding.'
'With his wife?' Carol asked, starry-eyed.
'Of course. I'm no fool,' Gray said with a dark gleam. 'He's already had one passionate embrace from you.'
'He's a charming little man,' Carol teased, tugging at a dark curl near Gray's ear. 'But you're the one I love.'
Gray wasted no time in demanding that she prove it.
Later, in their cushioned seats, Carol said dreamily, 'Talking of guests at the wedding, we Lindleys are quite a clan. There's seven of us, without my mother and father.'
Gray trailed his lips through her hair. 'I suppose I'll get to know them all in time,' he drawled absently.
Carol said with an amused light, 'I can just imagine them running wild around the staid and respectable Rowan House.'
'Who cares?' Gray said close to her. 'They'll be company for the Barrett clan when they arrive.'
Carol looked at him with her blue twinkle. 'I thought you didn't like big families?'
'A fellow can change his mind, can't he?' Gray gleamed back.
'I'm going to make some changes too,' she gave him a warning smile. 'When I get to Rowan House I'm going to throw open all the windows and put flowers in every room.'
'It'll be freezing cold when we get back,' Gray said drily against her.
'Well then, I'll put log fires in every room,' Carol said, not to be put off.
'You and a log fire and Rowan House sounds a great idea to me,' Gray said deeply.
Carol lay in his arms feeling a contented glow. It did to her too.