Lisa Kleypas Quote

Amelia stopped before him, her skirts crowded between his parted knees. The clean, salty, evergreen scent of him drifted to her nostrils. I have a proposition for you, she said, trying for a businesslike tone. A very sensible one. You see— She paused to clear her throat. I’ve been thinking about your problem. What problem? Cam played lightly with the folds of her skirts, watching her face alertly. Your good-luck curse. I know how to get rid of it. You should marry into a family with very, very bad luck. A family with expensive problems. And then you won’t have to be embarrassed about having so much money, because it will flow out nearly as fast as it comes in. Very sensible. Cam took her shaking hand in his, pressed it between his warm palms. And touched his foot to her rapidly tapping one. Hummingbird, he whispered, you don’t have to be nervous with me. Gathering her courage, Amelia blurted out, I want your ring. I want never to take it off again. I want to be your forever—she paused with a quick, abashed smile—whatever that is. My bride. My wife. Amelia froze in a moment of throat-clenching delight as she felt him slide the gold ring onto her finger, easing it to the base. When we were with Leo, tonight, she said scratchily, I knew exactly how he felt about losing Laura. He told me once that I couldn’t understand unless I had loved someone that way. He was right. And tonight, as I watched you with him . . . I knew what I would think at the very last moment of my life. His thumb smoothed over the tender surface of her knuckle. Yes, love? I would think, she continued, ‘Oh, if I could have just one more day with Cam. I would fit a lifetime into those few hours.