Call of the White Wolf
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“They already know,” he murmured as he nuzzled his chin against the top of her curly head. “I told them this afternoon that I was going to ask you to marry me.”
“Marry me?” she parroted.
He chuckled at her startled expression. “Well, of course, Irish. We can’t live in sin with five impressionable children underfoot, now can we?”
“But you have never once said—”
He kissed her soundly to shush her. “Said what, Irish? That you’re so deeply embedded in my mind, my heart and my soul that I can’t for the life of me remember when I didn’t love you? It’s true, you know. I never really understood what love was, and then suddenly I knew, because you taught me how to love and to be loved in return.”
Smiling tenderly, he brushed the pad of his thumb over her trembling lower lip, then rerouted the teardrops that slid down her cheeks. “When I opened my eyes and saw that lovely angel of mercy bending over me, I knew I was in serious trouble.”
“Ah yes, I remember.” Tara chuckled as she swiped at her sentimental tears. “You thought you had already winged your way to heaven. But I tell you sincerely, John, being here with you in Paradise Valley is as close to heaven as I’ll ever need to get, for you are my heaven on earth.”
“I love you, Irish,” he whispered as he wrapped her in his arms and held her against his heart.
When he bent his head to kiss her, and she kissed him back enthusiastically, the world spun away and wild, sweet sensations consumed him. The profound need that Tara alone created, and Tara alone satisfied, swept through his body.
There, beneath the vault of twinkling stars that glittered over Paradise Valley, John expressed the full extent of his love for Tara with each gentle caress and soulful kiss. He discovered that special place where he belonged—in the never-ending circle of Tara’s loving arms and the fathomless depths of her loving heart.
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CALL OF THE WHITE WOLF
Copyright © 2002 by Connie Feddersen
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