I let out a sigh. ‘Because sometimes it’s true that two people really do belong together. That they were made for one another. But I also know that things happen, and that sometimes we have to fight to have what we deserve. Also, because I believe in the power of love.’
‘Okay. You’re a true romantic then?’
‘Absolutely.’ And then I grinned at him. ‘Plus … Marcus has some excellent wine, and I’m getting another case of it if this wedding goes ahead.’
Now he twisted even more to look me directly in the eye. ‘How come? He hasn’t offered me a case of his wine.’ He gave a little pout but I could see he was amused.
‘Ah, but you’re not their wedding planner, are you? Help me sort this out, and I’ll go halves with you.’
‘Deal,’ he said, holding out his hand.
After a momentary hesitation – because I knew touching him would give me all those tingles again – I slid mine into his.
And yep. The moment his fingers closed around mine a surge of excitement raced through me.
‘Deal,’ I squeaked, as his thumb pressed gently against the back of my hand.
‘When do we start?’ he asked, a slight huskiness in his voice now.
Still holding my hand, his eyes locked with mine, and, as his thumb traced tiny circles gently grazing my skin, bursts of sensual pleasure exploded in places I’d forgotten existed.
‘I thought we already had,’ I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.
