All at once there was so much to talk about. She’d have to tell him about when she’d actually realized she loved him, and she’d have to come clean about trying to make him jealous. He was bound to get a laugh out of that.
“Samantha,” he cut across her thoughts. “I insist you don’t give up your music. I want you to contact that person Erica mentioned at the music school as soon as you can.”
“Oh, Blake, I’m not giving up anything,” she said softly, and ran her fingers along his chin, loving the feel of its masculine texture. “I’ve got all I ever wanted right here.”
His brows drew together. “But—”
She smiled at the worried look in his eyes. “Okay, I’ll contact them. Perhaps sometime in the future I’ll be able to help out in some minor way, but please believe that playing the piano isn’t important in my life. I enjoy it. I might even take some more lessons, or give lessons for that matter, but living here with you, and being part of your family, will be more than enough for me.”
He gave her a searching look, then his shoulders relaxed. “While we’re being honest…”
Her heart caught. “Yes?”
“I know you feel I’m letting you down in some way, but…”
She swallowed hard. “But?” What wasn’t he telling her? Was he actually in love with someone else? Was she his second choice? Perhaps he—
“Forgive me, Samantha, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to call you Sam.”
It took a moment to sink in. She laughed and lightly punched his chest. “You think that’s funny, don’t you?”
He put his hands on either side of her face and looked at her lovingly. “You’re Samantha to me. My Samantha. Do you mind?”
She blinked back silly tears of happiness. “Of course not.” Not anymore. “It makes me feel very special.”
“You are special, my darling.” He placed his lips on hers, then, “Let’s go to Vegas right now and get married.”
She blinked. “Married?” As crazy as it seemed, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. She’d been too busy taking in that he loved her. “You really want to marry me, Blake?”
He stroked her cheek. “Yes. I want your kisses for the rest of my life.”
She drew his mouth down to hers and kissed him softly. “Here’s one to start with.”
When the kiss finished, he said, “Speaking of giving, you haven’t given me my answer. Will you marry me?”
“Is there any doubt?”
“Not really.”
“You’re a conceited man, Blake Jarrod,” she teased.
“And that’s a good thing in this situation, right?”
She sent him a rueful glance, then something came to her. “But don’t you want to get married in Aspen with your family present?”
“No. I’m an impatient man. I want to marry you now. Today.” He scowled. “Unless you want a big wedding?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “I suppose I shouldn’t cheat you of a wedding with your family.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t need my family there. I love them dearly but they’ll understand. All they want is for me to be happy.”
“I can guarantee that.”
“Then a wedding for two will be just perfect, my love,” she murmured, a flood of emotion making her voice husky.#p#分页标题#e#
Blake lowered his head to place his lips against hers. Outside the plane more snowflakes fell in a hush, blanketing everything in a fairy-tale setting. And that was appropriate. Their love was, after all, a fairy tale come true.