Keri Arthur - Circle Of Death

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She couldn't do this—couldn't stand here and make small talk when her future hung in the balance. She had to know, one way or the other. She took a deep breath and gathered her courage.

"Do you remember that question you asked? The one I wouldn't answer?"

He didn't move, didn't react in any way. "I'm not likely to forget such a question."

Her stomach tightened. She stared at him for a moment longer, then said softly, "The answer is yes."

He didn't react for what seemed like an eternity. Then a sexy grin split his lips, and the link opened between them, flooding her entire being with warmth, love and happiness. She ran toward him, and he laughed, lifting her off her feet and twirling her around until her head spun. Then he kissed her, his lips hot and urgent, devouring hers until it felt like her heart was spinning as fast as her head.

Breathless and giddy, she broke away, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "I gather the answer is something of a relief?"

"You could say that." His thumb traced the line of her cheek, his touch gentle yet making her whole body tremble. "Have you anything else here that you need to do?"

She glanced down at Helen's grave, then wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head.

"Why?"

"How long would it take you to pack?"

"Five minutes." Everything she wanted to keep was already in storage. Everything else had been given away. All she had at home was a mattress, a sleeping bag, and her suitcases. "Why?"

"I'm asking the questions here, missy." Mischief and love danced in his eyes. "What about a passport?"

She smiled. "Ordered one two and a half weeks ago. It was delivered yesterday."

"Then how do you feel about a Las Vegas wedding?"

Her heart danced at the thought. She raised her eyebrows, barely checking her grin. "Making sure you get me to the alter before I change my mind, huh?"

"Exactly." His mouth claimed hers again, but this time it was more a lingering promise of the night yet to come.

She sighed against his lips. "Las Vegas seems so far away."

"More than twenty hours," he agreed. He slid his hand down her back, cupping her rear and pulling her so close that their bodies almost seemed fused together. "Of course, I have several suggestions that'll while away the flight time."

"In front of a plane full of people? I thought you weren't an exhibitionist." She raised her eyebrows again, even though her pulse quickened at the thought.

"I'm not. I own a jet, and it comes complete with discrete staff and a bed big enough to get lost in."

"My, we were a successful thief, weren't we?"

"Yes. But my greatest acquisition is the one I'm now holding in my arms." His smile shimmered through her. "I do love you, you know."

"And I you," she said, then added dryly, "Mind you, if all you're intending to do is merely hold me and talk, I may have to reconsider my answer."

He laughed, a warm, happy sound that sang through her entire being.

"Las Vegas here we come," he said, grabbing her hand and racing her toward the waiting taxi.