"Get up."
"Not until you say you'll marry me. I'll lie on the floor until Ida comes home."
Hetta laughed. "I'll marry you on one condition."
"What is that?" He didn't like conditions. Sooner or later they caused trouble.
"You're never to tell me I'm beautiful."
"Never?"
"Well, at least not for twenty or thirty years."
"I can't make that promise," Owen said, "but there is one I will make." He took Hetta's hands and pressed them against his cheeks. "I may not tell you you're beautiful, but I promise to make you feel beautiful."
It took several kisses to seal their promises. When they'd finally leaned back against the sofa, still holding hands, Hetta asked, "When do you think we ought to get married?"
"Tonight."
Hetta laughed. "We can't do it that quickly."
"Then how about tomorrow?"
"I think the day after would be better."
"I don't think I can wait that long."
"I have to have time to find a dress."
"Wear the one you wore to the dance."
"I can't get married in a red dress!"
"Why not?"
Hetta sighed happily. "I'm glad there's at least one thing you don't understand about women. No man should know everything."
About the Author
Leigh Greenwood is the award-winning author of over fifty books, many of which have appeared on the USA Today bestseller list. Leigh lives in Charlotte, North Carolina. Please visit his website at http://www.leigh-greenwood.com/.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
About the Author
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