'But you yearn for the wide open spaces? You want to poke your long nose in?' Her eyes sparkled for him. 'That's fine by me.'
Where Roman was she would always want to be. He successfully ran his many other businesses from Sanlucar, visiting Seville occasionally for a few hours, but Las Colinas was in his blood.
'You're sure?' He held her eyes. These days they kept nothing from each other; they were almost like one person—with infinitely exciting differences, he had to concede. 'The aunts and my mother could be tactfully moved to Jerez for the length of our stay,' he suggested.
But Cassie shook her head. 'I'm perfectly happy to share space with them. They won't criticise the mother of your heir!'
His smile was wicked. 'No, I don't think they'd dare! Well, if you're happy with that?'
'Happy, full-stop.' She slipped a hand into his and raised her glass. 'To the three of us.' She tilted her head, her smile enigmatic. 'How about four? The heir needs at least one brother or sister to stop him being disgracefully spoiled.'
'Your wish is my command,' he said, his fingers tightening around hers, his smile sleepy and utterly fascinating. 'Mind you,' he added, the incandescence of her answering smile making his heart leap crazily, 'as commands go, I can't think of anything I'd rather put more effort into.'