She started weeping.
His eyes went over her face. “So, I was thinking we’d better choose the invitations and get them out as soon as possible.”
She launched herself at him and he held her tightly. He was making this a reality for her. They were sitting in front of a very posh wedding stationary store. “Are you sure?” she sobbed into his neck.
“Of course I am. I want children Tam, and I want them as soon as possible, but I want to make this legal before you have a baby.”
Baby! She couldn’t possibly love this man any more than she did at that moment.
He pulled her away from him so he could look into her eyes. He used his thumb to gently wipe away the tears. “We don’t have to do this today. I just thought with what you had to go through with planning your father’s funeral; you needed something to cheer you up.”
“This is perfect,” she sniffed.
By the time they got home that evening Lance took her to his room, undressed her and tucked her in his bed. She was exhausted, and fell asleep right away.
She awoke sometime later, lifted up and looked around. His side of the bed was empty. She blinked the blur from her eyes and saw that it was just after midnight.Where was he?
She got out of bed and pulled one of his dress shirts over her head that was lying on a nearby chair. It was late and she knew he was pretty tired even though he never said anything.
She started wandering throughout the penthouse and finally found him upstairs. She stood in the foyer and saw him stretched out on the sofa talking on the phone. He was wearing a pair of sweats, but was bare footed and bare chested. He was quite breathtaking. She was staring at him stupidly until she heard him say Marianne’s name.
Why on earth would he be talking to her in the middle of the night? He stood up and rubbed the back of his neck while walking over to the window that overlooked the city.
Tammy couldn’t make out anything else and felt oddly intrusive. She started to back up, when he turned and saw her.
“Tam?”
She paused.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow,” he said into the phone and hung up. He slipped his phone into his pocket and started walking toward her. “What are you doing up?”
“I—I woke, and you weren’t there.”
He smiled and moved his arms around her. “I got a call.”
“Marianne?”
“Yes.” He pulled back and looked down at her. “Don’t worry. It’s just wrapping up charity stuff.”
“This late?”
“She’s a late person.”
“She’s in love with you Lance.”
He shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
“I can’t help it.”
He moved his arm around her and started walking her down the hall to the stairs. “Well she can love me all she wants, but my heart belongs to you.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.
“You know how to make a girl feel beautiful,” she murmured.
“How about I make you feel desirable?” he said huskily.
“Oh yes, please.”
He chuckled. “Good, because you wearing my shirt and showing those flawless legs has me as hard as granite.” She squealed as he bent and swept her up effortlessly into his arms and carried her to his room.
