by Jessica Hart
Lucy couldn’t see very clearly. Her eyes were blurred with the tears that trembled on the ends of her lashes.
‘All I’m trying to say, Lucy, is that I love you as you are,’ said Guy. ‘I know you can do whatever you want to do, and I know you want to prove that to yourself. When you told me that at the party, I thought you wanted me to stand back and let you do it by yourself, I thought that was what you needed, so that’s what I’ve been trying to do. I told myself then that I would give you a month, and then I would tell you what I needed.’
‘Which is?’ whispered Lucy.
‘Which is just to be with you,’ he said. ‘You can do it by yourself, Lucy. I just want to be by your side when you do. I don’t want to help you or do it for you, I just want to cheer you on, and when you have setbacks, as you will, I want to be there to hold you and tell you that I believe in you, that you are the best events manager there has ever been.’
Resigned, the doors opened again.
‘Guy…’ Lucy had lost her battle with the tears. She reached blindly for him and Guy kicked the box aside and yanked her into his arms and kissed her, and as she sank into him, giddy with relief and happiness, there was a burst of applause from those waiting who had been watching the story in the lift unfold with naked interest.
‘About time!’ someone shouted, and Guy grinned as he reached out and pressed the button for the penthouse floor.
They kissed all the way up to the top floor, and all the way back down again because they didn’t notice that the lift had stopped. They were interrupted once on their way back up when the doors opened and an embarrassed voice said, ‘Oh, excuse me,’ but then they were on their way back to the ground floor. A beaming Imogen sent them back up to the penthouse floor again, where Sheila was waiting to haul them out of the lift.
‘Imogen says you’re causing a traffic jam down there,’ she said calmly. ‘You’ve got a perfectly good office to do that kind of thing in, so why don’t you go in and let the rest of us use the lifts?’
Shaking her head, she retrieved the box as Guy led Lucy, reeling with happiness, into his office and firmly closed the door.
‘I’m so happy,’ she said, blizzarding kisses over his face as they tumbled on to one of the sofas. ‘I love you so much, I can’t believe you love me!’
‘I think I’ve loved you ever since I walked into the kitchen at Wirrindago and found you looking down your nose at me,’ said Guy.
‘I thought you were awful,’ Lucy admitted. ‘I couldn’t wait for you to leave…and look at me now!’
He hesitated. ‘No regrets about going back to Australia, then?’
‘No,’ said Lucy. ‘But I think I might be going back some time soon. It turns out that Meredith is in love with Hal, and she’s sold her house so that she can go back to Wirrindago to be with him.’
‘Hal and Meredith…?’ A slow smile spread over Guy’s face as he considered it as a new possibility. ‘Do you think that’ll work?’
‘Do you think we’ll work?’ she countered.
‘Yes,’ he said immediately, smoothing her hair lovingly away from her face. ‘It will if we’re prepared to work at it, to love each other and remember to have fun. And it would be hard not to have fun with you, Lucy. I only have to look at you and I want to smile.’
‘That doesn’t sound as if you take me very seriously,’ said Lucy, only half-joking.
‘But I do,’ he said, and his gaze was very steady. ‘It’s true that I resisted you at first. I did my best to pretend that I wasn’t smitten. I told myself that I didn’t need a scatty blonde, but the more I got to know you, the more I realised that there’s so much more to you than your capacity to have a good time.’ He smiled at her, very tenderly. ‘Even at the rodeo, when you wanted to stay at the party, you came back with me because you’re a girl who keeps her promises.’
‘I am.’ Lucy rolled on top of him, pressing her lips to his throat. ‘I’ll promise you anything you want!’
‘Really?’ He brightened. ‘In that case, will you tell my mother to stop hassling me about getting you back?’
She laughed down at him. ‘I will.’
‘And will you promise to love me for ever?’
‘Oh, yes.’ Lucy sighed. ‘I will, I will.’
Guy’s eyes were very blue as he gazed up at her. ‘Will you marry me, Cinders?’
Lucy held his face between her hands and looked lovingly down into his eyes. ‘I promise,’ she said, and kissed him.
Jessica Hart
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