Diana Palmer Quote

You’re as beautiful as you were the night we made our son, she whispered, bending to kiss him tenderly.His fingers traced her dark eyebrows, her cheeks, her mouth. I wish we could have another baby, he said heavily.So do I. But I’m too old, she said sadly. She lay her cheek against his broad, damp chest and stroked the silver-tipped hair that covered it. We’ll have to hope for grandchildren, if he ever forgives us.He held her tightly, as if by holding her he could keep her safe. What he felt for her was ferociously protective.She misunderstood the tightening of his arms. She smiled and sighed. We can’t, again. Cecily will think we’ve deserted her.His hand smoothed her long hair. She probably knows exactly what we’re doing, he said on a chuckle. She loves you.She likes you. Maybe we could adopt her.Better if our son marries her.She grinned. We can hope. She sat up and stretched, liking the way he watched her still-firm breasts. The last time I felt like this was thirty-six years ago, she confided.The same is true for me, he replied.She searched his eyes, already facing her departure. She would have to go back to the reservation, home.He could still read her better than she knew. He drew her hand to his mouth. It’s too late, but I want to marry you. This week. As soon as possible.She was surprised. She didn’t know what to say.I love you, he said. I never stopped. Forgive me and say yes.She considered the enormity of what she would be agreeing to do. Be his hostess. Meet his friends. Go to fund-raising events. Wear fancy clothes. Act sophisticated.Your life is so different from mine, she began.Don’t you start, he murmured. I’ve seen what it did to Cecily when Tate used that same argument with her about all the differences. It won’t work with me. We love each other too much to worry about trivial things. Say yes. We’ll work out all the details later.There will be parties, benefits…He pulled her down into his arms and kissed her tenderly. I don’t know much about etiquette, she tried again.He rolled her over, pinning her gently. One long leg inserted itself between both of hers as he kissed her.Oh, what the hell, she murmured, and wrapped her legs around his, groaning as the joints protested.Arthritis? he asked.Osteoarthritis.Me, too. He shifted, groaning a little himself as he eased down. We’ll work on new positions one day. But it’s…too late…now. Leta…! he gasped.She didn’t have enough breath to answer him. He didn’t seem to notice that she hadn’t. Bad joints notwithstanding, they managed to do quite a few things that weren’t recommended for people their ages. And some that weren’t in the book at all.