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Kristin and Shannon and the children and Dolly and Jane and Jon and

everyone were wishing her luck, and she was suddenly standing in front

of a cavalry man wearing a chaplain's insignia.

"Jamie!" she whispered.

"I'm really sorry about your horse."

"Don't be. Nalte gave him back to me as a wedding present."

"Oh! You're marrying me just to get your horse back!"

"Say, "I do," Tess."

She stared at the smiling chaplain and she heard the words but she

didn't hear them. Oh, they would be cherished in her memory forever, but

right now all she could think of was the feel of Jamie's hand upon her,

and the promise of the security of it. It was time, and she said her

vows. Then she was wearing a thin gold band, and everyone was wishing

her luck once again.

There were toasting and dancing, and she kissed Nalte, a huge sloppy

kiss on his cheek.

But then she discovered herself in her new husband's arms again, and she

was heading up the stairs again, and she didn't know if she was drunk

with champagne or with happiness or with desire for this man who had

come into her life and given her everything.

"Jamie!"

"What?"

"We've still got guests downstairs."

He groaned long and low and kicked open the door to their bedroom and

walked determinedly over to the bed after kicking the door shut behind

him.

Then he smiled wickedly.

"My way, Tess. Everything is my way today."

Then he cast himself down upon her. He ldssed her slowly and with

seductive force, and she knew that there was nowhere she would rather

be. When his silver eyes rose above her she smiled sweetly and

breathlessly.

"Your way," she promised.

And he smiled, and he kissed her again.

And indeed, the night was delightfully passed. His way.