“Yes, you did resuscitate the Daily quite fast.”
No one could argue he didn’t breathe life back into the Chicago Daily.
“I turned down the offer because I couldn’t leave you.” His eyes glistened, not looking away, not even for a moment.
“You did?” Her heart jumped in her throat, tears resurfacing.
“Yes, Norma. I don’t think I can be without you.” He took her hands again. “You’ve changed me. I told you that.”
If happiness felt like that moment, Norma never wanted it to end. She loved Henry, and she would never deny it again and would never let anything get between them. “I’m just all balled up about not believing you. I should have. You had a hunch, and I should have trusted you. I wish I could go back in time and give you the chance you deserve.” Henry looked away, though held on to her fingers.
“Promise me something?” She forced him to look in her eyes.
“Anything…”
“Promise me that you’ll always believe me, no matter how peculiar I may sound.” Her heart beat faster than it ever had.
“I will always believe you,” Henry said with certainty. “I love you, Norma.”
“I love you, too, Henry. And I will always trust you, too. I’m not good with love, but it’s getting easier. Can you be patient with me?”
“I can be anything you want, baby doll.” His voice was husky.
She brought her face to his, and he met her for a soft, sensual kiss. Then he backed away.
“I also want to give you some other good news.” His smile shone brighter than the headlights of a motorcar.
Norma squealed, “Tell me!”
“You’ve proved yourself to be intuitive and bold. I thought about this long and hard, and I think the Daily needs a strong female to report the crime beat. So, I want you to be our new crime reporter. What do you say?”
“What do I say? I say yes!” She threw her arms around his neck and sprayed relentless kisses over his face. She didn’t mind that the raw skin on her cheeks stung with every kiss. He was worth the pain. Anything was worth Henry’s kiss. Her mouth found his lips again, and she kissed him fully.
His mouth moved with his unyielding expertise, and she melted in his arms. He had an amazing ability to give her what she needed.
“Did I ever tell you that I love you?” She pulled away.
“You might have.” His mouth found the tender skin at her throat.
“Well, I’m telling you again.”
He chuckled as he continued to kiss her neck. His mouth teased her.
She loved the feel of his lips on her skin. Every nerve ending stood in unison and she’d forgotten about the bandage on her throat.
His hands carefully ran the length of her back, her bottom. He wanted to have her; she wanted it, too. She wrapped her arms around him and welcomed the lovemaking he was sure to unleash on her, even in the hospital room bed. In his arms she felt safe and wanted, but more than any else, she felt happy.
A word about the author...
Roe Valentine was born into the right family. Not only does the name Valentine suit her, but her grandmother, unknowingly, introduced the young Ms. Valentine to her first romance novel. She hasn’t read anything else since. She calls herself a romantic at heart and believes that love conquerors all.
The San Antonio native, who now lives in Houston, attempted to write her first contemporary romance novel when she was nineteen years old. That attempt didn’t take, but her story has a happy ending. She kept pursuing the dream until she landed her first publishing contract.
When not busy writing or reading love stories, Roe can often be found in a yoga class or chatting with friends at her favorite coffee shop. Enjoying margaritas with some girl-talk isn’t unusual for her either. For a night in, she watches reruns of her favorite TV shows and, of course, romantic comedies on her Roku, usually with a glass of wine.
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