Marion Lennox - The Last-Minute Marriage

‘It’s your own private jet.’

‘Yep. And you’re in the economy section. Get used to it.’

But still she was stunned, torn between indignation and laughter.

‘Marcus, how much did it cost to get those gumboots painted?’

‘Do you care?’

‘Yes!’

But he was smiling. ‘My love, we’ll do good things with our money,’ he told her. ‘Wise things for the needy. Sensible things for our family and for our farm. For the good of our cows and our dogs and our kids. And we’ll do fun things. Fun things just for us. I’ve worked too hard for my fortune not to derive some pleasure from it.’ His smile deepened. ‘Like the money I spent to pay out Charles’s lease so that neither you, nor I, nor any of our employees have to see the man again.’

‘Marcus…’ Once again he’d left her speechless.

‘Mind, I can’t help feeling almost sorry for the man,’ Marcus told her gently. ‘He’s just so…stupid. He can’t see that all he’s hurting is himself.’ He smiled softly into her hair. ‘Maybe he needs to find his own Cinderella,’ he whispered. ‘But he’s not having mine. Mine’s taken. Now… What do we do in economy seats? Do we put our knees under our chins? I think I promised to do that, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to make you happy. Or will you kiss me instead, my love? What do you think? Take your pick.’

Take your pick. He was incorrigible. Peta tried to glare but it didn’t come off. Instead she chuckled but her chuckle was drowned as his lips met hers and she was kissed as he’d never stopped kissing her and he never would.

Their seats inched back to reclining. Man and woman, loving each other. For ever.

Heading homeward, for a life together-in the world’s most extraordinary gumboots!