him another long, passionate kiss. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to marry you this instant, but we need a church and a priest. Mother and Daddy were very insistent on that.”
“I happen to be insistent on it myself.” A mysterious gleam had entered his eyes. “All we have to do is get in the limo and drive to the Pastrana family chapel where Father Torres is waiting. Then I’m taking you away with me.”
“How long a drive is it?”
“About one minute.”
“One minute? That doesn’t give me time to make myself presentable. Darling—I really like your mother and I know it will hurt her horribly if she and your father don’t get to see you married.”
“They’ll live.”
She bit her lip. “There’s another problem.”
“What’s that?” He kissed the end of her proud Duchess nose.
“Cesar might feel left out to miss his only brother’s nuptials.”
“He’ll live, too.”
“Luc—I—I’m afraid Greer and Piper will never forgive me if I exclude them.”
His eyes flashed silver fire. “So that’s what your hesitation is all about. Max was right. You three really are joined at the mind, heart and hip.”
“Only for the important occasions. Weddings, births an—”
His mouth crushed hers before she could say anything else. “Do you love me?” he finally asked.
“You know I do!”
“Then trust me.”
Trust.
There was something in the way he said it that told her he was going to make her every wish come true. Lucien de Falcon was that kind of man.
“I’ll trust if you’ll tell me one thing honestly.”
“Anything for my bride-to-be.”
“Were you at the wheel during the drive from Granada?”
He threw his dark head back and laughed. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
“Was that a ‘yes’?”
“When I’m your husband, then I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” With her clasped in his arms, he brought the boat around and they headed for shore, breathlessly awaiting their future.