I have a proposition for you, she said, trying for a businesslike tone. A very sensible one. You see— She paused to clear her throat. I’ve been thinking about your problem. What problem? Cam played lightly with the folds of her skirts, watching her face alertly. Your good-luck curse. I know how to get rid of it. You should marry into a family with very, very bad luck. A family with expensive problems. And then you won’t have to be embarrassed about having so much money, because it will flow out nearly as fast as it comes in. Very sensible. Cam took her shaking hand in his, pressed it between his warm palms. And touched his foot to her rapidly tapping one. Hummingbird, he whispered, you don’t have to be nervous with me. Gathering her courage, Amelia blurted out, I want your ring. I want never to take it off again. I want to be your romni forever— she paused with a quick, abashed smile— whatever that is. My bride. My wife. Amelia froze in a moment of throat-clenching delight as she felt him slide the gold ring onto her finger, easing it to the base. When we were with Leo, tonight, she said scratchily, I knew exactly how he felt about losing Laura. He told me once that I couldn’t understand unless I had loved someone that way. He was right. And tonight, as I watched you with him … I knew what I would think at the very last moment of my life. His thumb smoothed over the tender surface of her knuckle. Yes, love? I would think, she continued, ‘ Oh, if I could have just one more day with Cam. I would fit a lifetime into those few hours.’ Not necessary, he assured her gently. Statistically speaking, we’ll have at least ten, fifteen thousand days to spend together. I don’t want to be apart from you for even one of them. Cam cupped her small, serious face in his hands, his thumbs skimming the trace of tears beneath her eyes. His gaze caressed her. Are we to live in sin, love, or will you finally agree to marry me? Yes. Yes. I’ll marry you. Although … I still can’t promise to obey you. Cam laughed quietly. We’ll manage around that. If you’ll at least promise to love me. Amelia gripped his wrists, his pulse steady and strong beneath her fingertips. Oh, I do love you, you’re— I love you, too. — my fate. You’re everything I— She would have said more, if he had not pulled her head to his, kissing her with hard, thrilling pressure.
Lisa Kleypas
Let us be women who Love. Let us be women willing to lay down our sword words, our sharp looks, our ignorant silence and towering stance and fill the earth now with extravagant Love.Let us be women who Love.Let us be women who make room. Let us be women who open our arms and invite others into an honest, spacious, glorious embrace. Let us be women who carry each other. Let us be women who give from what we have. Let us be women who leap to do the difficult things, the unexpected things and the necessary things. Let us be women who live for Peace.Let us be women who breathe Hope. Let us be women who create beauty. Let us be women who Love. Let us be a sanctuary where God may dwell. Let us be a garden for tender souls. Let us be a table where others may feast on the goodness of God. Let us be a womb for Life to grow. Let us be women who Love. Let us rise to the questions of our time. Let us speak to the injustices in our world. Let us move the mountains of fear and intimidation Let us shout down the walls that separate and divide. Let us fill the earth with the fragrance of Love. Let us be women who Love. Let us listen for those who have been silenced. Let us honor those who have been devalued. Let us say, Enough! with abuse, abandonment, diminishing and hiding. Let us not rest until every person is free and equal. Let us be women who Love. Let us be women who are savvy, smart and wise. Let us be women who shine with the light of God in us.Let us be women who take courage and sing the song in our hearts. Let us be women who say, Yes, to the beautiful, unique purpose seeded in our souls. Let us be women who call out the song in another’s heart. Let us be women who teach our children to do the same. Let us be women who Love. Let us be women who Love, in spite of fear. Let us be women who Love, in spite of our stories. Let us be women who Love loudly, beautifully, Divinely. Let us be women who Love.
Idelette McVicker