She made a noise that sounded like a laugh, but surely wasn't since tears still streamed down her face. "Me," she said, thumping herself on the chest like Tarzan. "I'm the someone else who was interested in buying it."
He stopped mopping her face. "You're joking."
"I'm not. I've been waiting for ages for that cove plot to come on the market. And just before you arrived here, Darla had broken the news that someone-someone who I promptly wished a flea infestation upon-had outbid me." An incredulous laugh escaped her, and she flung her arms around his neck, nearly unbalancing him.
"You are the most wonderful, romantic, thoughtful man," she said, covering his face with kisses between words. She leaned back in the circle of his arms and beamed at him. "I'm overwhelmed."
"Well, that's a relief. And now, you'd better hope that your flea-infestation wish doesn't come true, 'cause I have no intention of being any farther away from you than this-" he pulled her closer and smiled "-for a long, long time."
She wriggled against him, inspiring a groan of want in him. "You won't hear any complaints from me," she murmured.
"Glad to hear it. But you haven't officially answered my proposal." He looked into her beautiful, love-filled eyes. "So what do you say, darlin'-wanna be my cowgirl?"
She treated him to a slow, sexy smile that nearly stopped his heart. "Like you wouldn't believe."
Jacquie D’Alessandro
