“Victoria,” Nathan whispered. When she continued to chatter, he shut her up the only way he knew how. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her.
“Good heavens,” the vicar said in an outraged voice. “Not yet! I haven’t yet pronounced you man and wife!”
Breaking off the kiss, Nathan turned to the scarlet-faced man. “If I hadn’t kissed her, believe me, you never would have had the chance to do so.”
He returned his attention to Victoria, who looked flushed and well-kissed.
“Heavens,” she said, “you kissing me to shut me up-that is just how we started.”
“It is indeed.”
“And now I suppose it marks that this is the end of our courtship.”
Nathan brought her gloved hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss against her fingers. “No, my love, this is, in every way, just the beginning.”
JACQUIE D’ALESSANDRO
Growing up on Long Island, New York, I fell in love with romance at an early age. I dreamed of being swept away by a dashing rogue riding a spirited stallion. When my hero finally showed up, he was dressed in jeans and drove a Volkswagen, but I recognized him anyway. We married after both graduating from Hofstra University and are now living our happily-ever-afters in Atlanta, Georgia, along with our very bright and active son, who is a dashing rogue in the making.
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