The Collector (52 page)

“Thank God. I love you, and now that I know how good it feels to say it, I'm going to say it a lot.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “But not till spring—to get married. Julie and Luke come first.”

“Next spring. It's a date.”

“We got through it. All of it.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “We're where we're supposed to be—like the golden egg.” Turning her head, she pressed her lips to his throat. “How can I hurt all over and still feel so wonderful?”

“Let's get those drugs, then you'll just feel wonderful.”

“You read my mind.” Arms around each other's waist, they started upstairs.

“Oh, one more thing I want? I want to paint the master bath. I have this idea I want to try.”

“We'll talk about it.”

They would, she thought as they helped each other upstairs. They'd talk about all sorts of things. They had plenty of time.

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