Page 107 of When a Cowboy Skips Christmas
Rio’s shout of he talks! made her giggle. “They’re having so much fun with this.”
“So am I.” Cole hit another switch. When the tune began, he walked toward her. “We might not have many chances to be alone for the rest of the day.”
“I think you’re right.”
He drew her close. “That means I have two minutes and thirty-seven seconds…no, more like thirty now, to hold you and wish you Merry Christmas.”
She nestled against him. “I’ll bet you’ve never said that to anyone.”
“You’re the first.” He let out a happy sigh. “You dazzle me, Mila. I can’t believe we’re getting married.”
She smiled. “According to Luis, when you’re standing at the altar, it’ll hit you.”
“Can’t wait. And speaking of that….” He paused, his gaze searching hers. “I have a request.”
“Anything.”
“Can we get started on babies now?”
“You want to?” Joy spread like warm honey through her veins.
“I do. I’m excited about it, and besides, my little sis is getting ahead of me.”
“Well…since you mentioned it, I did happen to come up with a good name last night.”
“You were thinking of babies, too?”
“Can’t help it. You inspire me.”
“What’s the name?”
“Justice.”
His breath caught. “Perfect.” His voice grew husky as he leaned down. “We’ll start tonight. I love you so much.” He kissed her slowly, taking his time, as if they had hours instead of less than a minute.
His kiss tasted of sweet surrender, telling her without words that he was holding nothing back, laying all that he was at her feet. She responded in kind, placing her heart and soul in his hands. She was in safe keeping. And so was he. So was he.
