She leaned forward, forgetting their vow not to dredge up the past. “And I was the woman you were supposed to marry, Matt. Didn’t I deserve anything from you? Besides a payoff and a get-the-hell-out-of-my-life?”
“I’m here now,” he said quietly. “I was angry. I had a right to be. I won’t apologize for that. But I’m here now and I want us to try again. We both made mistakes.”
She had to let go of the resentment and anger that She had to put it away because there was no way for her to win.
She leaned back in her chair. “So where are we going to drive tomorrow? Should I wear one of those scarves and huge sunglasses so I look chic?” she asked.
He relaxed, relief stark in his eyes that she was letting the matter drop.
“Wear that very sexy sundress that Rosa bought you.” he replied.
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“Thai sounds good. Get comfortable. Take your shoes off and prop your feet up. I bet your ankles are hurting from sitting with your feet down for that long. Mine are” Matt said.Savannah chuckled at the mother hen sound to his voice but did as he said and settled on the sumptuous leather couch. She kicked off her shoes and winced a little as she propped them on the ottoman.Matt had just set their drinks on the coffee table and settled next to her when his phone started ringing. She supposed it was to be expected since he’d been out of the country. It wasn’t as if his being tied up with work was anything new. In the past, though, she’d never hesitated to needle him or distract him. Something that had both exasperated and thrilled him in equal parts.But now she sat quietly as he fished his phone out of his pocket. His lips thinned a bit before he put the phone to his ear.&ldquo
"But why does he wish to see you before the ceremony? This is not normal.” The older woman rang her hands. “Ai, ai, ai. Men, they are not rational. I Honestly don't understand them sometimes.”Tess stifled a smile. Her future mother-in-law had very definite views of what constituted proper male and female behavior. Tess’s father had confounded her several times over the past few days, wanting to approve the wedding dress, insisting on consultation with the chef for the reception and a host of other equally odd, to her mind, requests.She patted Amy Black's arm. “It’s all right. He just wants to see. He won’t touch anything.” She said.Her father had been ecstatic at the news of her upcoming marriage and had come over immediately to take part in the preparations, much to Dash’s mother’s dismay. She was not used to having a man around giving orders in the do
Neal Patchett shook his head. “You’re wrong. There was only one thing Tess wanted and I got it for her.” he said.Understanding came slowly to him. “Me.” Dash replied.Neal turned and looked at Dash, his expression almost harsh. “You. She wanted you and I was damned determined she was going to have you.”Had she known all along then? Dash wondered. Had she told her father she wanted to marry him and then waited for the old man to procure her a husband?Remembering how difficult she had been to catch, he dismissed the idea.He remembered too how Tess’s gaze used to follow him at business dinners and how she had been at her father's party. How she'd kissed him. Dash was positive that Neal had witnessed more passion between he and Tess at that party than he had ever seen with her and another man. He had drawn his own conclusions about his daughter's behavior and acted accordingly.Hop
Neal Patchett had been right in that at least. The pill was not bitter to swallow, but the water it had gone down with had been rancid. The only way to rid his pride of the aftereffects of the blackmail was to plan a suitable measure of justice for the man.Dash did not want to ruin him completely. Neal was now family, but he would learn a necessary lesson about pride.As Tess took the first step forward, all thoughts of vendettas and lessons faded from Dash's mind. It filled with the primitive need to mate with his woman.This woman.Tess.Hereyes were dark with conflicting emotions. It was the fear that kept him rooted, waiting for her to come to him. She was so beautiful in her cobalt blue silk gown. It swept the floor as she walked and it pleased him she had not opted for the traditional white for their wedding night.He liked this indication of the fire within her. The h
He laughed softly. “Yes. Really.” He said. He touched her gently, but firmly. “If I caress you here, you feel it here.”He brushed the nest of curls between her legs through the slick material of her gown while his other hand massaged her foot. Oh, man, he was right.She tilted her pelvis upward, desperate for more intimacy, confused by her body’s reaction to his not-so-innocent massage.“Yes. Oh…I felt it.” She said.“And do you feel this also, Tess?” he asked.She bowed completely off the bed as he touched her again. “I feel it. It’s…” Her voice trailed off into a gasp of pleasure. By the time he had given similar treatment to her other foot, she was incoherent with pleasure, having flopped back against the pillows, her body totally open to whatever he wanted to do to her.&
She rubbed her face against his chest, adjusting herself against his body with a movement that unbelievably teased his recently satisfied flesh. “And you belong to me.” She said.He did not deny it. The bitter pill had turned out sweeter than nectar and he reveled in his possession of a woman so sweet, so passionate and so completely lacking in artifice. She was everything her father was not.Everything women like Olivia could never hope to be. Tenderness he had never known toward a lover washed over him and he caressed her back, wanting to soothe her to sleep in his arms.A soft butterfly kiss landed near his left nipple. “I love you, Dash,” she whispered against his skin.The words did strange things to his insides and he could almost thank Neal Patchett for giving him the gift of such a woman.------------------------They spent their honeymoon in Naples. Dash kept his prom
He held it out to her and she lifted her gaze to stare at him as if he’d lost his mind.“I couldn’t decide whether or not to give you back your old one or buy you a new one. I kept the old ring. I kept it with me the entire time you were gone. But bought a new one for a new beginning.” Matt said.Her hand trembled in his and she stared speechlessly at him.He ruefully shook his head. “I know it’s not the most romantic proposal. It’s not even under the best circumstances. I’d intended to wait. Until it was the right time. Until we’d sorted out things between us. But I couldn’t wait any longer. And when my friends and family see you again, I want them to know that we’re together, that you’re the woman I’m going to marry and that you have my support.”Tears filled her eyes and her chest ached with emotion. He made no move to take the ring out of the box and put it on her finger for her. He simply held it in
She was a coward, but it was the cold, hard truth that fear was what held her back. Not pride. Not anything else. She knew that if he didn’t believe her this time they could never be together.Not wanting the weight of anxiety to bear down on her today, she shook the bleak thoughts from her mind and crawled out of bed. She padded into the living room to see that Matt had turned the fire on for her.To her further surprise, she found a breakfast tray waiting for her on the table with bagels, cheese and an assortment of fruit.She sank into the seat, her eyes stinging with tears. “I shouldn’t love you this much,” she whispered. God, but she couldn’t help herself. She craved him. He was her other half. She didn’t feel whole without him.Tonight was the dinner with his friends and his mother, but even that couldn’t dim her excitement or her happiness. And maybe t