Page 23 of Enchanting By Candlelight
“Try being the main objective,” she noted.
“You doubt yourself far too much, even though I do my best to convince you otherwise.”
“That you do.” She nodded. With a sigh, she said, “I did like it there very much. Perhaps someday we might go there in our dotage and decide to stay.”
“Only if you are done writing, and something tells me that will never happen.”
She smiled a bit sheepishly. “I enjoy it almost as much as being your wife.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Mrs. Gravehill.” He lifted her in his arms and this time, he kissed her soundly on the lips. “We should go before your brother comes pounding on the door demanding to know why we haven’t left yet.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She snuggled closer to him. “But then, he might just have to wait.”
Her husband threw back his head and laughed, and Miranda realized that she would never tire of the sound. Just as she would never tire of him and their everlasting love for one another.
It was surely a Christmas to celebrate.
