Page 51 of Sean: His to Marry
“Are you sorry you married me, darlin’?” Sean asked, stroking her hair. “Sorry I brought you so far from home and gave you a houseful of hooligans?”
“Not for a minute,” Maeve replied with a sigh. “I will miss Bridy though. She’s my best friend.”
“Aye, I’ll miss her too,” Sean admitted sorrowfully.
“Sean O’Malley, you always said her constant chatter drove you to distraction!”
“It did, but she’s the one who always buys you those special nightgowns for Christmas and your birthday,” he said with a laugh. “She has a special place in my heart.”
“I could surprise you and buy some of those fancy things on my own, O’Malley,” Maeve replied. “You never know.”
“Care to surprise me now?” he whispered huskily in her ear.
Maeve laughed and stood up. Taking his hand, she tugged him from the swing.
“I might at that,” she replied, grinning. When they got to the door, she paused. “You know O’Malley; you never carried me over the threshold.”
“Aye, you’ve reminded me a thousand times, and I’ve made up for it by twice that amount,” he stated, sweeping her into his arms.
Maeve pulled the screen door open.
“Aye, I know, but I still like it,” she sighed, nuzzling his neck.
“So you did miss me?” he laughed, kicking the door closed behind him. “Kiss me, Mrs. O’Malley.”
She did.
The End
