He nodded, pulling her in for another kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I woke up.”
Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, pulling a full-bodied shiver from him. “Some things are worth waiting for.”
He pressed her against the counter, his hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. “I’m not a fan of waiting.” His lips traveled to her neck—as the kitchen door swung wide.
“Felicity, Charity needs—” Widow Rainey stood, staring.
Graham stopped kissing her, but he didn’t let her go.
Widow Rainey kept staring.
“What can I get you?” Felicity asked, trying, and failing, to wiggle free of Graham’s hold.
“Uh-huh. I heard rumor of something happening between you two. I’m assuming Felicity is the woman you told Miss Takahashi about?” Widow Rainey asked, smiling.
Graham nodded. “She is.”
“And I’m assuming from the goings-on in this kitchen that nuptials are soon to follow?” she asked, brows high.
“We haven’t gotten around to discussing nuptials yet. We’re still very involved in the wooing and, what did you call it? Goings-on?” Graham’s smile was mischievous.
Widow Rainey’s brows shot higher, but she disappeared from the doorway without another word.
“Everyone in Pecan Valley will know we’re an item now, Dr. Murphy.” Felicity shook her head.
He sighed, brushing her hair from her shoulder. “That was the plan.” He smiled her favorite smile. “Now, about the nuptials…”