Music in the Night (Logan 4)

ise children. They would

have the world's biggest sandbox," he said.

"Sandbox? My children won't be permitted to

dirty their little hands and feet in any old sandbox." We laughed and drank more wine.

Suddenly, Robert reached across the table and

put his hand over mine, fixing his warm eyes on me

and giving me that wonderful winsome smile. "Have I told you how happy I am, how utterly

complete I feel whenever I'm with you, Laura? It's as

if the world was created just for you and me. There's

no one else and all the beauty is ours alone to behold." Whether it was the wine or his words that

brought an exciting, warm tingle to my stomach, I do

not know. All I was certain of was that I felt like I was

overflowing with love for Robert, and I never wanted

to let go of his hand or this moment. He leaned over to

kiss me, a short, soft kiss, so tender and gentle, it was

more like the kiss in a dream.

"Laura," he said. "How lucky I am to have

found you."

"Me, too," I said, barely above a whisper. He held on to my hand and then slowly, ever so

slowly, he stood up and pulled me with him. Again he

kissed me. It was the sort of kiss that grew deeper

with each moment, became more demanding and

ended only because we were both out of breath. He

brought his face to mine and let his lips glide over my cheek and to my ear where he nibbled gently and then

whispered, "Shall we go to our room, darling?" Our room! The thought of it was both thrilling

and frightening at the same time. My heart began

beating frantically as Robert led me from the dining

room to the stairway and to a suite that looked over

the beach and the sea.

Entering the room, we were both so nervous we