She nodded. ‘You’re not the only one wary of emotion. I never expected to feel anything like this. And then, knowing you’d married me because I was pregnant…’
‘It was more than that, my darling. It’s been more than that for a very, very long time.’
There it was again, that gleam of hope and shimmering excitement in her gaze. Yet even now she held firm. ‘How can I know that? How can I be sure?’
Conall dropped his hand and reached for his wallet, thumbing it open and extracting a piece of paper.
She took it, eyes round with astonishment. ‘The scan.Youhave this! I thought I’d lost it.’
She traced the small, grainy shape that had been their baby and his heart nearly broke at her tender expression.
‘I found it on the floor of the penthouse when I got back from the States. It must’ve fallen out of your bag when you left.’
‘You’ve been carrying it all this time?’
He nodded.
‘Surely that just proves it was the baby you cared about.’ Yet her expression had softened and he felt a powerful shift in the energy between them.
‘Of course I cared. But the reason I kept the scan, the reason I felt so strongly, is because it wasourbaby,yourbaby. I’m not like my father, who’s frankly a womaniser. I’m a one-woman man. He values his children only to perpetuate the myth of his own power. I loved our child because it wasours, yours and mine. Because I love you. I will always love you. I never imagined one, single person could make me feel whole the way I do with you.’
Her wobbly smile was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen.
The touch of her fingers stroking his cheek almost turned his knees to water. What he felt for her was so powerful. It was everything he needed.
‘If you want proof that I love you, I can’t provide anything concrete. Just my promise to keep loving you all the days of our lives. If you’ll take the chance on trusting me, I promise not to let you down.’ He stopped, needing to drag more oxygen into overworked lungs. ‘I’m asking for a leap of faith, Greer. I’m trusting my heart to you.’
Warmth enveloped him as she closed the gap between them, pressing near, her soft contours fitting against him so perfectly it defied words.
‘That’s fair. You’ve had my heart for so long.’
‘Greer.’ The word ached with all the love he hadn’t let himself express before, not verbally. Because he’d feared she didn’t feel the same for him, a man who knew so little about softer emotions.
He wrapped his arm around her, his other hand tugging her hair free so it fell around her in a scented curtain. Anchoring her head with his hand he brushed his lips across hers before tenderly, slowly kissing her with all the reverence and love he’d never been able to share.
Her response was everything he could ask for. His wife—his wife!—was his perfect match. She completed him and she kissed like an angel. No, not an angel, a temptress.
Conall pulled back, his eyes on hers. ‘Tomorrow we celebrate the deal with Lee and our teams. But tonight is for us. We’ll celebrate something more important. Our love.’
He’d always thought her eyes were like gemstones but tonight they shone brighter than any precious stone. ‘Itdoesdeserve celebration. What did you have in mind?’
Conall didn’t hold back his smile. He’d never known such happiness. ‘Let’s see how the evening unfolds. We can start by taking this champagne somewhere more comfortable.’
Her sideways glance under lowered eyelids was pure invitation. ‘Good idea.’ She picked up the glasses. ‘I’ll carry these while you get the bottle.’ She was already walking across the terrace, the gentle undulation of her hips in that pencil skirt going straight to his libido.
He thought of how incredibly alluring he found her impressive organisational skills and quick mind. She was sexy, competent, and she loved him.
He grinned from ear to ear. What more could a man want? Conall strode after her, swiping up the bottle. ‘Lead on, Mrs Abercrombie.’
She didn’t waste time on words, simply smiled over her shoulder as she stepped into the bedroom.
He’d never moved so fast in his life.
Epilogue
‘ORGANISED MAYHEM,ISN’T IT?’ Amy Huang murmured, leaning sideways in the garden seat to make herself heard over the noise.
Greer laughed. ‘I take it as a compliment that you can see it’s organised. I suspect there’ll be a scrum when the food comes out.’
