Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“No.” He shook his head. “I was born to love you.”
My heart skipped at the look in his eyes, the sincere way he delivered the words. They were a promise.
“But…” he gave me a playful grin. “I think you’re right. I’m going fucking mad with not knowing everything. With feeling as if I don’t have control of the businesses.” He studied me for a long moment. “You know, in a heartbeat, I could leave it. If you become unhappy, if I seem detached—”
“STOP.” I grinned. “Stop.” I leaned across the table and gently stole a kiss. “I brought it up because I meant it. Now stop hemming and hawing and just tell me you’ll do it.”
He chuckled and lifted his champagne glass in a second toast. “To doing what, and who, we were born to do.” He winked at me, and I met his toast with a laugh.
“Cheers to that.”
I was taking my sip when he stood, holding out a hand and nodding to the open deck of the ship, where a band played under the stars.
“I haven’t danced since I was a teenager, drunk and idiotic at a fais-do-do. But if you aren’t too embarrassed, I’d love to have this dance.”
I stood, taking his hand and letting him pull me onto the floor, a Frank Sinatra song floating softly from the bandstand. “What’s a fais-do-do?”
He spun me, then pulled me close, his hand settling on my waist with the practiced ease of a bullshitter.
“It’s a Cajun dance party. Very sophisticated affair. Lots of liquor and shouting at each other. I’ll take you back to Louisiana and let you get me drunk, you can see it all in action.”
I smiled, loving the idea of the chance to see Laurent and Septime. “I’d like that. You can show me all of your old stomping grounds.”
“I could take you frogging,” he suggested, and I grimaced. He laughed, and spun me around before bringing me back in. “Okay,” he amended. “No frogging. But I do need to roughen you up a little. You can’t date a man from Louisiana and be afraid to get a little dirty.”
I snorted. “I think we’ve established that I can be very dirty.”
His smile widened and he pulled me in closer, cradling my face and lowering his mouth to mine for a kiss. And there, under the Alaskan sky, with a glacier the size of a skyscraper floating beside us, I fell a little deeper in love.