The City-Girl Bride

‘Good. Now you’ll never be able to escape from me,’ Finn told her promptly as he lifted her back into the car. Maggie whispered something in his ear.

‘Barefoot and what?’ he demanded.

‘You heard me.’ Maggie laughed. ‘And anyway,’ she told him truthfully, ‘I’ll never want to escape, Finn. I love you too much.’

‘No more than I love you,’ he told her softly.

‘Gran’s so happy in the Dower House,’ she said, smiling, when he had turned the round and they were heading for the airport.

‘Mmm…and she’s going to be even happier when we get back from honeymoon and tell her our good news,’ Finn agreed.

Lovingly they exchanged tender private glances. The discovery that Maggie was pregnant was still too new and precious to share with anyone else. It was, as Finn had told her emotionally only that morning, the most wonderful gift of love she could possibly have given him—apart from herself.

‘Like I said,’ Maggie reminded him. ‘You’re an old-fashioned country type who wants to keep his woman barefoot and pregnant!’

‘No,’ Finn corrected her lovingly. ‘What I want—all I want—is to keep you happy, Maggie.’

‘Right,’ the zephyr announced, dusting her hands together as she peered over the newest recruit’s wing. ‘That’s those two sorted out. So who’s next…?’