“I’ve realized.”
“Realized what, babe?”
“That I, ummm… love you,” I say nervously.
Harry looks down, and then he smiles.
“What?” I ask, blushing.
“That’s good.”
“How?” I ask, unsure.
“Because I love you too, darling.”
We share a near-frozen moment, and our eyes search each other’s. Harry then pulls me onto him, and we kiss like there is no tomorrow. And no other day,ever.
We kiss slow, long, and deep, and it’s different than before.
Weare different than before.
Later that night, we sleep, and I sleep like I’ve never slept.
Deep, safe, loving, and alsoloved.
34
HARRISON
Over the next few days, we settle in at home. We get to know each other better, we spend time with Tusk, and I take Samantha shopping.
Tusk is in good spirits, and it’s lovely to see him and Samantha get to know each other. I’ve not invited many women to the estate, ever. And every one of the three that I had freaked out on seeing Tusk.
Samantha had not, and if Tusk likes her, I like her…
A lot.
The only thing is, I have noticed Tusk slowing. It has gone on for a year.
We have talked to several vets, and several have checked him. They have all done blood and other tests.
They all simply say he, like us, is aging.
I am still nervous, so I ask them to increase his mineral and vitamin intake. I know he is old, and I know older folk need to up their intake. It is all I can think of.
I must trust the vets and let it go.
On the way to buy Samantha more formal clothes, in case wehave work dinners in NYC, I tell her I’m going to transfer her fee. Her fee for the fake engagement.
The crazy vixen shakes her head in the dark blue Bentley. She then refuses to give me her bank account details, saying she still feels weird about it. Also, that it’s bad karma.
I know William already has her account details, naturally for her salary, and I will transfer the funds this week.
As we drive on, Samantha tells me she will also refuse to let me pay for the formal clothes.
I need to convince her not to sweat it, so I tell her it’s just in case. Just in case things don’t work out.
“How’s that?” she asks, looking over, confused and nervous.
