Holly Barker opened her eyes and felt for Jackson. His side of the bed was empty, and she could hear the shower running. She moved her hand to the warm place on her stomach and found Daisy's head. She scratched behind an ear and was answered with a small sigh. Daisy was a Doberman pinscher, and she liked to sleep with her head on Holly's belly.
Holly heard the shower turn off and, a moment later, Jackson 's bare feet padding across the bedroom carpet. She raised her head, tucked a pillow under it and eyed him-naked, wet hair, in a hurry. She liked him naked.
"So," she said, "where am I going on my honeymoon?"
"Same place as I am," Jackson replied, stepping into his boxer shorts and selecting a white shirt from a drawer.
"I'm relieved to hear it," she said. "And where is that?"
"Someplace you'll probably like," he said.
"Probably like? You're not even sure I'm going to like it?"
"I think you will," he said, "but, in the immortal words of Fats Waller, 'One never knows, do one?'"
"This is how you treat your wife?"
"I don't have a wife."
"You will by high noon, or my daddy will shoot you."
"Ham wouldn't shoot me; he's too nice a guy."
"He would, if he knew you wouldn't tell me where I'm going on my honeymoon."
"He knows, and that's enough for Ham."
"Wait a minute," she said. "My father knows where I'm going on my honeymoon, and your wife doesn't?"
"I told you, I don't have a wife."
She sat up on one elbow, and the sheet fell away from her breasts. "How will I know what to pack?"
"You packed yesterday," he said, "and I told you what to pack, remember?"
"Men never know what to pack. What if you screw up?"
"I'll just have to take that chance." He pulled on his trousers, found a necktie and started to tie it.
"You're driving me crazy," she said, falling back onto the pillow.
"If you don't pull that sheet over your breasts, you're going to drive m
e crazy," he replied, looking at her in the mirror.
She kicked the sheet completely off, disturbing Daisy's sleep. "Take that," she said.
"I intend to," he said, "when we arrive in… whatchacallit."
"Why are you rushing off?" she asked seductively.
"Don't point that thing at me," Jackson said. "I've got a closing in half an hour, then I have to do some dictating before I leave the office and then, on the way to the courthouse, I have to pick up the tickets at the travel agent's and stop at the bank for some travelers' checks."
"Why didn't you have the tickets sent here?" she asked.
"Because you would have ripped them open to find out where you're going on your honeymoon."
He had her there. She fumed.