Sea Swept
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Her lips curved. "I'm glad."
"There's more. I knew when I was sitting there that that was where I wanted to be, needed to be. Only one thing was missing, and that was you. So I came to find you and take you back." He pressed his lips gently to her forehead. "To take you home, Anna."
"I think I want to sit down."
"No, I want your knees weak when I tell you I love you. Are you ready?"
"Oh, God."
"I've been real careful never to tell a woman I loved her—except my mother. I didn't tell her often enough.
Take a chance on me, Anna, and I'll tell you as often as you can stand hearing it." She hitched in a breath. "I'm not getting married in Vegas."
"Spoilsport." He watched her lips bow up before he closed his over them. And the taste of her soothed every ache in his body and soul. "God, I missed you. Don't go away again."
"It brought you to your senses." She wrapped her arms tight around him. And it felt good, she thought giddily. It felt right. "Oh, Cam, I want to hear it, right now."
"I love you. It feels so damn perfect loving you. I can't believe I wasted so much time."
"Less than three months," she reminded him.
"Too much time. But we'll make it up."
"I want you to take me home," she murmured. "After."
He eased back, cocked his head. "After what?" Then he made her laugh by lifting her into his arms. He picked his way through the wreckage, kicked a very sad-looking banana out of the way. "You know, I can't figure out why I used to think marriage would be boring."
"Ours won't be." She kissed his bruised head. It was still bleeding a little. "Promise."
"There's more. I knew when I was sitting there that that was where I wanted to be, needed to be. Only one thing was missing, and that was you. So I came to find you and take you back." He pressed his lips gently to her forehead. "To take you home, Anna."
"I think I want to sit down."
"No, I want your knees weak when I tell you I love you. Are you ready?"
"Oh, God."
"I've been real careful never to tell a woman I loved her—except my mother. I didn't tell her often enough.
Take a chance on me, Anna, and I'll tell you as often as you can stand hearing it." She hitched in a breath. "I'm not getting married in Vegas."
"Spoilsport." He watched her lips bow up before he closed his over them. And the taste of her soothed every ache in his body and soul. "God, I missed you. Don't go away again."
"It brought you to your senses." She wrapped her arms tight around him. And it felt good, she thought giddily. It felt right. "Oh, Cam, I want to hear it, right now."
"I love you. It feels so damn perfect loving you. I can't believe I wasted so much time."
"Less than three months," she reminded him.
"Too much time. But we'll make it up."
"I want you to take me home," she murmured. "After."
He eased back, cocked his head. "After what?" Then he made her laugh by lifting her into his arms. He picked his way through the wreckage, kicked a very sad-looking banana out of the way. "You know, I can't figure out why I used to think marriage would be boring."
"Ours won't be." She kissed his bruised head. It was still bleeding a little. "Promise."
