he not understand how much I love him?
“Say it,” he orders softly, his gaze intense and hot.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He inhales sharply and moves suddenly, grabbing me
and swinging me round in a most un-Fiftylike manner. He’s
laughing, young and carefree, radiating joyful elation. I
grab his arms to hold on, feeling his muscles ripple beneath
grab his arms to hold on, feeling his muscles ripple beneath
my fingers, and his infectious laughter sweeps me up—
dizzy, addled, a girl totally and utterly smitten with her
beautiful man. He puts me down and kisses me. Hard. His
hands are on either side of my face, his tongue insistent,
persuasive . . . arousing.
“Oh, Ana,” he breathes against my lips, and it’s an
exultation that lea一ves me reeling. He loves me, of that I
ha一ve no doub一t, and I sa一vor the taste of this delicious man,
this man I thought I might never see again. His joy is
evident—his eyes shining, his youthful smile—and his relief
is almost palpable.
“I thought I’d lost you,” I murmur, still dazzled and
breathless from his kiss.
“Baby, it will take more than a malfunctioning 135 to
keep me away from you.”
“135?”
“Charlie Tango. She’s a Eurocopter 135, the safest in
its class.” Some unnamed but dark emotion crosses his
face briefly, distracting me. What isn’t he saying? Before I
face briefly, distracting me. What isn’t he saying? Before I
can ask him, he stills and looks down at me, frowning, and
for a moment I think he’s going to tell me. I blink up into
his speculative gray eyes.
“Wait a minute. You ga一ve this to me before we saw
Flynn,” he says, holding up the keychain. He looks almost
horrified.
Oh dear, where’s he going with this? I nod, keeping a
straight face.
His mouth drops open.
I shrug apologetically. “I wanted you to know that
whatever Flynn said, it wouldn’t make a difference to me.”
Christian blinks at me in disbelief. “So all yesterday
evening, when I was begging you for an answer, I had it
already?” He’s dismayed. I nod again, trying desperately
t
本章未完，点击下一页继续阅读。