Wild in the Moonlight (12 page)

“I quit Jeunnesse. Came back to my place in New York, saw my girls. But the whole time I kept thinking about making a whole different kind of life. I've got the money to buy the land, put in a big five-hundred acres of lavender. It'd be adventurous, challenging. Hard work, but still a lot of free traveling time in the winter. Time to be impulsive any way a couple might want to be. Of course, we have to find a house-sitter for the cats. And obviously it's not your usual life—it'd only work for people who really liked the land, got a charge out of getting their hands dirty—”

“So…you came back for the land, did you?”

“Nope.” He could see that haunted look leaving her eyes. And she wasn't backing away from him. But she didn't move toward him.

“You always sounded so positive, Cam. That you didn't want to settle down.”

“I don't want to settle down. I want to live with you and be your lover. Forever. I don't want to
settle
for anything. I want to create exactly the life that works for us. I was going to say for the two of us—but maybe for the three or four or five of us, if for any reason the family somehow grew.”

Again she went still, seemed to even stop breathing. “Daisy called you, didn't she?”

He didn't directly answer that, because this wasn't
about her sister or anything her sister had said to him. It was about the two of them. And to make sure he had her attention, he took her warm, slippery hands in his. “I don't think it's a good idea for a woman to marry a guy who has nearly grown children…at least until you've met the children. I'm totally positive you'd get on with them like a house afire, but they
are
teenagers, which means they stay up nights trying to think up new ways to make adults' lives difficult. For myself, though, I've always liked kids. Nice kids, wild kids, difficult kids, doesn't matter to me. I'd love more.”

“Lachlan, that isn't at all what you said before.”

“I know, I know. I wasn't exactly lying before. But I was trying to make sure you know I loved you for
you.
That you were what mattered to me, not whether you could have kids or not. I love you first. I want you first.”

Tears started to well up in her soft eyes, so he started talking faster.

“Violet, you're probably ten times more woman than I can handle, but I'd like to try. But I want you to absolutely know that my loving you has nothing to do with kids. If you want some, we can adopt or foster, or try working with those skinny tubes…hell, maybe we can just take in more cats. I don't know. I don't care. I just care that we work together to find choices that are right for us.”

She took a long, shaky breath. “It's possible that this tummy isn't caused by too many milkshakes.”

“I thought the skinny tubes were pretty much a for-sure problem.”

“So did I. Every doctor I went to told me my chances of conception were minuscule.” Her fingertips caressed his. Her gaze seemed to caress his face at the same time. “You must have awfully determined little seeds in there, Lachlan.”

“I prefer to think of them as skillful. And smart enough to go after what they want.” He wanted to draw her into his arms, right there, right then. They had a lifetime to finish all this talking business, and the old-fashioned tub was big, but not necessarily big enough for the rest of the night he had planned. Yet he had to say gently, “You should have told me you were pregnant, chére.”

“I wanted to and I would have. But I had to think about how, Cam. I never wanted you to feel trapped. Nothing works when a person feels trapped. And I love you. Of everyone in the universe, Cameron Lachlan, I so want you to be happy. I want you to have what you need in your life.”

There, now. He drew her on top of him. Warm water sloshed on the floor, but still he finally had her, breast to breast, tummy to tummy. Heart to heart. “That's easy, then, because what I need is you. In my life, all my life.”

“That's a two-way street. I love you so much. And
I want you in my life, all my life,” she whispered, and blessed him with an eyes-closed, drowning-defying, promise-invoking kiss. When they came up for air, his eyes were moist and hers were dry.

It was going to be a hell of a thing, if she turned him into an emotional kind of guy. Chemists were supposed to be rational, calm, cold types, but somehow Cameron didn't think that was going to work. Not anymore.

He'd always tried to be careful, not to let anything own him. Yet Violet owned his heart—and it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Of course, that was just today.

They had a lifetime to explore all they could be together.