“I’m intrigued, Mrs. Ramses.”
“I meant what I said when you first spoke about marriage. I would agree to your stipulations as long as you agreed to mine.” I swallowed. “My stipulation is gone, Rett. I don’t know the moment when it happened, but it happened. Jezebel asked me and there was no hesitation on my part. I love you. My heart is yours.”
Pushing up on my tiptoes, my lips met his.
Before he could speak, I added, “I don’t need to hear you say it. I don’t want to hear it unless it’s true. And like the one requirement of me to be ready for you anytime, you said you weren’t capable of love.” I nodded as I inhaled. “And I’m all right with that. Because, Rett Ramses, I love you enough for both of us.”
There was something in his smile. A gleam as he stared down at me.
“What?”
“You told Jezebel?”
“Yes, she asked.”
“I told Jezebel too.”
I took a step back. “What did you tell her?”
“Well, you see, I thought she was you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Give me time, Emma. I’ll explain it all.” He reached for my hand. “Let’s get ready for the statement so the reporters will come and go.”
The Ramses family crest glowed from the morning sun as we climbed the front steps. I turned to the man holding my hand. “What did you tell Jezebel?”
“The same thing you did.”
Rett
As Emma was adding finishing touches to her makeup, I leaned down and kissed her neck. Her stunning blue stare met mine in the lighted mirror. “I’m headed downstairs,” I said. “The people from the local station have arrived and there seem to be uninvited guests outside.”
“Uninvited?”
“National syndicates.”
“Oh,” she sighed, “this is...so much.”
Dressed in a fresh suit, pressed shirt, and tie, I crouched near the makeup chair and spun my wife toward me. We said that we were conserving water when we chose to shower together, but that wasn’t my motivation. I couldn’t bear to let her out of my sight even for a short time. I ran my hand up her smooth calf and over her knee before my gaze met hers. “It’s taking every ounce of self-control not to untie that robe and show you again how much I missed you.”
Emma’s eyes sparkled as she smiled. “I liked the way you showed me in the shower.”
“That’s good to know. We’ll do that again.”
“I hope so.”
I gave her sash a quick tug.
Emma shook her head as her robe fell open just enough to see perfect half globes of each breast. I slowly ran my finger between them. Scanning down, I let my finger drag over her flat stomach and down further, stopping right before her warm pussy.
Unable to look away, I gently pressed on the inside of her knees, getting an even better view of what was mine.
“Rett, you were the one who said you needed to go downstairs.”
I looked back up. “We could cancel. Send Miss Guidry to give our statement.”
Her laugh echoed off the glass and tile. “Can you imagine the headlines?”