Chapter 26
"This is for you." He reached behind the sofa and handed her a crimson rose. "Red is a rare color for a wild rose."
"It is?"
"They are generally pink. I have a unique, wild rose for my unique, wild rose."
Right! The rose smelled sweet as angel breath.
"I want you to say I love you always and forever." He was authoritative and direct.
"I love you always and forever."
She lay the rose down and snuggled into him. His wool uniform was rough against her skin and his steady heartbeat reassured her. She trusted him. It was a novelty, trusting a man not to hurt her for once. She was thrilled.
He kissed her throat. Electric warmth shot through her body. He smelled of freshly washed wool, roses, Bay Rum cologne and peppermint.
"Je t'aime beaucoup." He nuzzled her ear. "I love you very much."
"Je t'aime beaucoup aussi. I love you, too." Good grief, she understood French! How?
"We occasionally speak it at home," he answered her unspoken thought. "I comprehend bits and pieces of the language as should you. We honeymooned near Chateau de la Paix in Orleans, France, my mother's ancestral home."
"The castle of peace." She felt the heat of a blush on her cheeks.
He winked at her and his smile was languorous.
She watched him, her expression purposefully bland. Hmm, he said speak not spoke it at home, as if it's happening in real time. That's why she knew chateau de paix meant castle of peace. French wasn't a second language for her and she'd never studied it or visited France in her current lifetime.
"French is a beautiful language. La Langue D'Amour, the language of love, oui?" His thumb traced her lips for a second.
"Oui." Her response was a natural affirmative.
He kissed her mouth.
Her face was furnace hot. Good grief, she was acting like a silly chaperone at a co-ed college dance embarrassed by slow-dancing couples. She needed a blast of frigid air. Where was a peppermint candy and ice water when she needed one?
They stared into each other's eyes, she seeing true love and a thousand dreams fulfilled.
"I shall show tonight you our previous, happy life at Wildrose Hill." His eyes eagerly smoldered with passion.
"I love you always and forever."
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