Kay Thorpe - Worlds Apart

‘Happy?’ he asked, when they gained the comparative privacy of the hired limousine at last.

‘Totally,’ she said, closing her mind on the image of her parents standing there so forlornly on the pavement. They were to follow on in one of the other cars.

‘They’ll get used to it,’ Logan advised, taking an accurate guess at her thoughts as her face clouded a little. ‘It isn’t as if you’re going to be far away.’

Caryn summoned a smile, a shake of her head. ‘I know.’ She looked out through the windscreen at the sunlit streets, feeling a swelling sense of wellbeing. ‘I hope this weather keeps up—for the next few days at least.’

Logan’s smile was slow. ‘I dare say we can find ways to entertain ourselves even if it doesn’t.’

The very thought of what was to come doubled her pulse-rate. There had been no opportunity over the past few days to indulge that desire they both so obviously shared, nor would she have wanted to do so. What she wanted was a wedding-night to remember—the first time of sharing a bed with the man she loved. It had been a wonderful experience two years ago, but tonight would be better still. Tonight there would be no shattering comedown, no heartbreak to be gone through. Tonight, and all the other nights to come, Logan would make love to her as her husband. They would be together for all time.

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