The Final Seduction(32)

Jennie began to tut as the two men shook hands. 'I couldn't believe it! I  thought, Surely not Drew! I mean, what a crazy, irresponsible thing to  do-to leave that much money lying around. Whatever were you thinking  of?'

Shelley and Drew looked into each other's eyes and burst out laughing.  'Sorry,' said Drew as he drew her into his arms. 'I'm afraid I'm going  to have to draw a veil over that! And while we're on the subject of  veils … '

'Yes?' queried Jennie incredulously.

'Go away, Jennie,' he grumbled. 'I'm talking to Shelley.'

Shelley stared at him, oblivious to the fact that other people were present. 'Say that again.'

'What, veils?'

'What kind of veils?'

'Well, I'd sort of thought wedding veils.'

Her eyes were like saucers. 'You mean … marriage?'

He grinned. What had he said about passion dominating logic? 'I do. Oh, I do!'

And Shelley repeated those same words when they were married the  following springtime-when the last of the winter chill had thawed away.  The bride wore a pearl-white sheath sent with delight by Marco and his  partner, and Shelley felt incandescent with joy as she made her wedding  vows to the man she had loved for most of her life.

For two weeks they honeymooned almost exclusively at the Westward,  barely setting foot outside the Lilac Suite-because, as Drew had told  her, he had spent long enough imagining what it would be like to seduce  her there. 'And the reality far exceeds the fantasy,' he had drawled.

In fact, she was of one mind with her husband on nearly everything, but  especially when he looked at her with such tender love and smiled, and  said that the best things in life were worth waiting for.