Christmas at His Command

‘I don’t know.’ Marigold didn’t know anything when she was close to him like this, except that she never wanted to be anywhere else in the whole of her life.

‘And you fought me every inch of the way.’ He took her mouth again in a long, hungry kiss. ‘I was the enemy, and whatever I did, however I tried to show you that we belonged together, you wouldn’t give in.’

He made her sound almost brave, Marigold thought ruefully, when really she had been muddled and confused and frightened to death half the time, frightened of her feelings and the desire she’d felt every time he touched her.

‘Ask me again.’

‘What?’

He had pulled away slightly to look into her radiant face, and now his voice was soft and husky when he said, ‘Ask me to marry you again. And before you do I want you to know that it will be forever. Once I say yes, there’s no going back, Marigold Flower. Whatever happens you’re mine.’

‘Flynn Moreau, will you marry me?’ she asked gently, cradling his face in her hands as she let him see all the love in her heart. ‘Will you be my husband and the father of my babies? Will you grow old with me and watch our grandchildren play through mellow summer days, and will you still be my love?’

‘Yes,’ he said, his voice gruff.

And she kissed him.