by Hunt, Brenda
If the snows came early traveling would be difficult and long, but she found, she could not deny Worth this request. From all he had described, Stoneybrook sounded beautiful and peaceful. She could see the love he had for the place as he spoke of it. She would make it her home. After all, the keep did belong to Aiden. It would be his home. It would be where he would one day bring his bride.
Lili sighed. Worth looked at her with concern. “Tired, my love?”
Lili shook her head. “No, my husband.” It sounded strange to say her husband but good at the same time. “I never thought I could ever feel such contentment. For so long, so many nights I worried about everything, everyone. It almost does not seem real to me. It feels like a dream.”
Worth smiled. To take that burden from her was what he had set out to do all those months ago. “I promise you my love, it is no dream. It is very much real.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm.
Lili closed her eyes. That one simple thing always made her melt inside and want him.
Worth loved watching the reaction that brought about in her. He would never grow tired of seeing the look of passion cross her face. It made him hard just thinking about it.
“It is our wedding night, my love,” he whispered in her ear. He had not laid with her since returning to Glendenning. He had thought it best to wait till they were wed.
Lili laughed. “I do believe we have had our wedding night several months ago my husband. The child I carry will attest to that.”
Worth laughed as well. “Aye, that it has, my lady with hair of red who has led me on a very merry chase.”
Lili took his hand in hers. “Then come my lord, let me lead you on this merry chaise to our wedding bed where the chase does end.”
“Lead on my fair lady, for I am content to chase wherever you shall lead.”
With Worth in hand Lili led him to his very merry chase as the wedding attendants cheered them on.
The End
About The Author
This writer has written all of her life. As an only child for the first fifteen years of her life, she learned story telling could keep her and her friends entertained. But it was only near the end of her nursing career and retirement was on the horizon that she picked up her writing again and began to devote her time and energy onto this new adventure. And an adventure it has been.
She is an avid reader mostly romance novels with historical and regency being her favorites. Her greatest influences were/are Kathleen Woodiwiss, Laurie McBain, and Johanna Lindsey. They made her believe in romance during a dark time in her life. She nearly gave up after her first endeavor, but with the support and help of her family, friends and fellow authors, she trudges on. Besides, writing has become that lost love once found again, one does not let go of. There are too many stories that were begun and never finished in all those years to let go now.
Born in the city of New Orleans, she grew up along the bayous of South Louisiana. Though she has traveled extensively, she will always call south Louisiana home. She now lives with her husband of 33 years in their home on two wooded acres or on their houseboat on the banks of Bayou Terrebonne. Her three daughters and their families live nearby but her son and his family live in Texas. When not writing, most of her time is occupied by her 14 grandchildren. She and her husband have always loved to travel and now that they are both retired are traveling about the country. Accompanying them on their travels are the three pugs---Kahlua, Maggie and Lillie, her writing compatriots. Since writing this her beloved Kahlua has crossed over the rainbow bridge. She is sadly missed.
She can be reached at [email protected].