Kristin and Shannon and the children and Dolly and Jane and Jon and
everyone were wishing her luck, and she was suddenly standing in front
of a cavalry man wearing a chaplain's insignia.
"Jamie!" she whispered.
"I'm really sorry about your horse."
"Don't be. Nalte gave him back to me as a wedding present."
"Oh! You're marrying me just to get your horse back!"
"Say, "I do," Tess."
She stared at the smiling chaplain and she heard the words but she
didn't hear them. Oh, they would be cherished in her memory forever, but
right now all she could think of was the feel of Jamie's hand upon her,
and the promise of the security of it. It was time, and she said her
vows. Then she was wearing a thin gold band, and everyone was wishing
her luck once again.
There were toasting and dancing, and she kissed Nalte, a huge sloppy
kiss on his cheek.
But then she discovered herself in her new husband's arms again, and she
was heading up the stairs again, and she didn't know if she was drunk
with champagne or with happiness or with desire for this man who had
come into her life and given her everything.
"Jamie!"
"What?"
"We've still got guests downstairs."
He groaned long and low and kicked open the door to their bedroom and
walked determinedly over to the bed after kicking the door shut behind
him.
Then he smiled wickedly.
"My way, Tess. Everything is my way today."
Then he cast himself down upon her. He ldssed her slowly and with
seductive force, and she knew that there was nowhere she would rather
be. When his silver eyes rose above her she smiled sweetly and
breathlessly.
"Your way," she promised.
And he smiled, and he kissed her again.
And indeed, the night was delightfully passed. His way.