Body Language (19 page)
“And your smile,” she whispered. “I hope they have your smile, Clint.”
He slowly dropped to one knee. “Marry me, Sandy.”
“I already gave you my answer,” she said softly.
“I want to hear you say it. I want to do this right.”
His hair had fallen across his forehead, and he pushed it back impatiently as he gazed at her. She was going to remember this forever, Sandy realized, looking down into his familiar, handsome face. He was wearing a red T-shirt with his jeans tonight. The shirt had shrunk from repeated washings, and the faded cotton stretched across his broad shoulders and chest. Yes, she was definitely going to remember this moment for the rest of her life.
“Yes,” she told him softly. “I’ll marry you.”
He smiled as he looked up at her and she could see happiness in his eyes, happiness and contentment and a deep, inner peace.
“Good,” he said, more to himself than to her. “That’s really good.”
McCade stood up then and kissed her, a slow, sweet kiss that made her tremble. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms and started down the hallway toward her bedroom. Halfway there he stopped, swearing softly. “I’ve got to go to Florida. I made Parks a commitment, and I can’t get out of it now.”
She pulled his head down, kissing him again. “You don’t need to go tonight. Do you?”
Although he was seriously distracted by her lips, he managed to pull away long enough to say, “I’m supposed to be there Tuesday morning. If I’m taking my bike—” She kissed him longer and deeper and he groaned. “I don’t want to go—”
“Leave your motorcycle here,” Sandy murmured, trailing kisses along his jawline to his neck. “You can take a plane to Florida. There’re still empty seats on a flight that leaves Monday. That’s when I’m going.”
She kissed him on the mouth again, and he responded with passion until her words sank in.
McCade set Sandy down on the floor and stared at her. “That’s when you’re what?”
“Going.” She smiled. “To Florida. To be with you.”
She loved him. She loved him enough to follow him across the country. She’d booked that flight even though he’d walked out on her, even though he’d pretended that he didn’t want her anymore. He’d done all that, hurt her badly, and she’d still managed to see through him, to see how he truly felt. And all this time he’d thought
he
was the expert on body language.
She gently touched his cheek. “I love you.”
“Marry me tomorrow,” McCade said huskily. “We can drive up to Vegas, and—”
“Can we wait till we get to Florida?” Sandy asked. “Then my mother can be at our wedding. I know she’d like that. She’s going to be so excited.”
He frowned. “You sure she’s forgiven me for that fishhook in your foot?”
“If she hasn’t, just whisper the word ‘grandchildren’ and see how quickly she warms up to you.”
He smiled. Then frowned again. “Why the
hell
are we standing here talking?”
“For a man who knows so much about body language, you
do
tend to spend an awful lot of time talking,” she teased.
McCade lifted her up and took her into her bedroom. Then, without saying another word, he told her quite clearly how much he loved her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Since her explosion onto the publishing scene more than ten years ago,
S
UZANNE
B
ROCKMANN
has written over forty books and is now widely recognized as one of the leading voices in romantic suspense. Her work has earned her repeated appearances on the
USA Today
and
New York Times
bestseller lists, as well as numerous awards, including the Romance Writers of America’s #1 Favorite Book of the Year three years running—in 2000, 2001, and 2002—two RITA awards, and many
Romantic Times
Reviewer’s Choice Awards. Suzanne lives west of Boston with her husband, Dell author Ed Gaffney. Visit her website at
www.SuzanneBrockmann.com.
OTHER TITLES BY SUZANNE BROCKMANN
All Through the Night
Force of Nature
Forbidden
Into the Storm
Ladies’ Man
Heartthrob
Bodyguard
The Unsung Hero
The Defiant Hero
Over the Edge
Out of Control
Into the Night
Gone Too Far
Flashpoint
Hot Target
Breaking Point
Freedom’s Price
BODY LANGUAGE
A Bantam Book
PUBLISHING HISTORY
Bantam Loveswept edition published May 1998
Bantam mass market edition / June 2008
Published by Bantam Dell
A Division of Random House, Inc.
New York, New York
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 1998 by Suzanne Brockmann
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