He stood there with his arms at his sides, not touching her.
“That is, if you think that could work. Could you leave your business for half the year?”
’Ring put his hand to his jaw and flexed it. “I can still feel where Jamie told me that my brothers were quite capable of running Warbrooke Shipping without me.”
“I’m willing to try it if you are,” she said.
It was a full minute before ’Ring spoke, then he grabbed her and whirled her around and around. “It’ll work. I’ll make it work.” He kissed her then, long and lingeringly.
“ ’Ring, let’s stay here and—”
“No,” he said firmly. “I want to meet your father and the others and I want us to get married right away and I want to start handling your finances.”
“My finances? What makes you think you can handle my money? You don’t have enough of your own to manage?”
“No wife of mine is going to be cheated, and I plan to see that—”
“For your information, I asked my mother about the money, and she’s had John Fairlie send her four accounts a year about how much I earn and she’s invested it in things.”
“Invested it in ‘things,’ huh? I’m glad to hear that someone in your family has some sense when it comes to money. I’d hate our children to grow up unable to run Warbrooke Shipping.”
“Our children are going to be singers, or maybe artists, and you are not going to run their lives like you try to run mine. And furthermore—”
She stopped because he was kissing her, and she forgot whatever else she was going to say.