He had her completely in his arms now.
“Darling. My darling.” His mouth sought hers, hard, hungry. Sea and sky swung dizzily, rapturously, before her eyes closed...
Time stood still. Sea gulls swooped and planed above them. A boat came and looked at them with demonic yellow eyes. A fisherman carried out his gear to a distant rocky ledge and began casting. They didn’t notice.
Finally, Dominic said, “Darling—let’s go tell my mother. That we’re ready to fix a date, I mean.”
“Are we?” Her eyes danced at him.
He kissed her again.
“Aren’t we?”
“Yes, Dominic. Just as soon as we can.”
“My darling!”
He was singing as they swooped around the wide curves of the coast road, and Chloe sang, too, softly, happily, starry-eyed. Everything had come right. Louise had gone, Dominic loved her, the contessa need never know. Everything was for the best in the best of all possible worlds.
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