Just Fooling Around(59)

“Reg,” she started, in a bossy voice that got him hard all over again.

“What?”

Her hands twined around his neck, into his hair, tangling there as if she meant to keep him. “I loved you before the calm, before the goodness. It doesn’t matter to me. I love you.”

“I know that,” he insisted.

“For better, for worse,” she insisted, right back at him. Stubborn as always, which was one of the main reasons he loved her.

“Jenna’s having her baby in a cab somewhere on the George Washington Bridge,” he said, trying to make her understand what “worse” actually entailed.

“She’s a doctor. I’m sure she’ll know what to do.”

“Devon’s house got destroyed once again.”

“That’s why she works for an insurance company.”

“And Darcy’s stranded on Cape Cod with Evan.”

“And I’m sure she’s happy as a clam because of it.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to bother me.”

And finally, his heart began to ease. Not that he’d doubted her at all.

Reg leaned down, and as his mouth covered hers, a cold breeze blew through the house, overturning the candle and setting the chenille blanket on fire.

Calmly, Anne beat out the flame, one-handed, not even pausing in mid-kiss.

Cursed? Not a chance, Reg scoffed. Not a chance.