“Happy Anniversary,”
Ty murmured.
“A few years back, right here in this
house, you told me something that I have never forgotten. You said,
even though you could ride like a man and work like a man, that
didn’t mean you didn’t like flowers and candy.”
It was then that Jessy noticed the
small, beribboned box of expensive chocolates, placed next to one
of the settings. Completely lost for words and too choked with
emotion to utter them anyway, Jessy could only look at
him.
Eyes swimming with tears, Jessy stood
there for a long second, more touched by this simple gift than
words could express. But she had never been good with words. By
nature, she was a woman of action.
Her feet didn’t feel as if they touched
the ground as she crossed the space and into his arms. His mouth
came down, claiming hers in a kiss, filled with that slow,
deep-burning warmth that had always been between them. It was the
kind that steadied rather than shook, the kind that strengthened
rather than weakened, that brought boldness rather than hesitancy.
That was the magic of it, and the power.
He lifted his mouth a fraction of an
inch, to murmur against her lips, “Dinner won’t be ready for
another twenty minutes.”