A slow grin spread across his face. “We could do that.”
She drew a slow, lazy pattern with her finger on his good arm. “And I’d like to keep the Wild Rose, but continue to have Pam manage it.”
His eyes took on a wicked gleam. “That wouldn’t be a bad idea, considering you’re going to be busy with all the babies I plan to give you.”
She laughed, the sound light and carefree. “I’m gonna hold you to that, Marchiano, just as soon as you get out of this place.”
“Then I’m going to demand being discharged this afternoon.” He waggled his brows at her. “Didn’t you say something about it being a few months before I could return to work?”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess I’m going to have my hands full with you, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “And then some.”
Paige sighed as they indulged in another lengthy kiss that erased the pain of the past, and gave her the strength and courage to be this man’s wife.
They had faith and love. The rest would come.
Janelle Denison
