Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“And that we’ll love each other for the rest of our days,” he said, pulling her close enough to see streaks of blue flame in his irises. “That all we need is each other.”
“And our family.”
“And to watch it grow.” Then he kissed her, his taste so sweet, so loving, so beautiful. The taste of love.
Dane looked down at her. “The moment I saw you on the putting green all those years ago, I knew there would never be another woman for me. I’m sorry it took me so long to admit it. But Fernsby was right. I was afraid. I was a coward.”
She smiled. Fernsby. Of course. “A man of so few words,” she said. “But what he says is everything we need to hear.”
“Except to have you say you love me.”
“I love you,” she whispered.
He wrapped her tightly in his arms, his words drifting through her hair. “I have always loved you. I love you now. And I will love you endlessly.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Fernsby looked down at his phone the second after it chirped. He didn’t have to open the text to read it. The three brief words shouted from the screen: You were right!
Fernsby did not punch the air. Another man might have, but he was much more subdued, in keeping with his persona as the best butler any billionaire could ever have.
Despite his frenzy of dancing in the library.
Holding Lord Rexford in his arms, he whispered to the dog, “Fernsby is always right.”
He surveyed the room, making sure he’d missed nothing. He’d turned down the bed, neatly folding the duvet at the bottom. On the way back to Lake Tahoe’s most distinguished hotel, he’d stopped to buy some necessary supplies.
Fernsby always thought ahead. He hadn’t had time to prepare a meal fit for lovers, but room service had delivered quite an excellent meal. He stepped back to assess his work. Yes, everything was in order.
Only then did he type back a reply: Your room is ready, sir. He included the room number and passcode. While other plebeians in the hotel might receive key cards, the luxury suites on the top floor each had a lock which could only be accessed with the designated code.
He’d canceled Camille’s room and had her suitcase transferred. She would never need a separate room again.
Fernsby backed out with one last appraisal. It was perfect. Then, looking both ways along the hall and finding no one in sight, Fernsby allowed himself a smile. Bending his head to Lord Rexford in his arms, he murmured, “Did I not tell you that true love always wins?” He grinned down at the little dachshund. “A butler’s job is to knock a few heads together until they realize what’s best for them.”
Then he fished a treat out of his pocket for the dog, who had been so good today while Fernsby worked his magic.
* * *
Standing at the bedroom door, Cammie gaped. “Did you have all this set up?”
Dane could say only one word. “Fernsby.”
The suite had Fernsby’s fingerprints all over it. The scrumptious meal for two on a dining trolley, a candle and bud vase in the center. The rose petals sprinkled on the sheets. The candles sweetly perfuming the room from almost every flat surface, on the sideboard and the tables surrounding the cushy sofa, the bedside tables and the bureaus, even in the bathroom.
“You told him everything?” Her eyes sparkled, as polished as a piece of jade.
Dane grinned. “Fernsby told me. He said he knew all along we were meant to be together.”
She glided across the plush carpet to loop her arms around his neck. “Fernsby. He’s a man of many talents.”
“He’s a magician.”
“He’s an all-knowing seer.”
Dane couldn’t wait another moment to lower his head to hers and take her lips. The kiss was so sweet and yet so hot. It turned him upside down. The way she had that night. The way she had in his dreams.
He whispered, “That delectable meal is a Caesar salad topped with salmon. And it’s cold.”
Those beautiful eyes of hers twinkled at him like stars. “Which means we don’t need to dine until later.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and backed her toward the bedroom. “My thoughts exactly.”
When the backs of her knees hit the bed, he began undoing the buttons of her elegant business suit.
“What are you doing?” she asked with the sexiest lilt in her voice.
“I’m undressing you.”
When the last suit button popped, she reached for his jacket, deftly sliding it off his shoulders. “Two can play this game, Mr. Harrington.” She started on the buttons of his shirt.
He busied himself undoing the gold cufflinks Ava had purchased for him after he’d made his first million. Before Cammie had helped him find his heart.
The cufflinks made no sound on the carpet as she thrust his shirt down his arms and threw it aside.