Page 52 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“I’ll move in as soon as you want, Matt.” I whispered.

He raised his head and his chin rested between my breasts.

“And whenever you want to get hitched, we can. You’re not alone in this relationship. I’m right here with you.”

Matt’s beautiful grey eyes shone with relief and he laid his head down again without saying a word. I held him until he fell asleep. I was scared my life would no longer be my own. He was scared his life would become empty once more. There had to be some middle ground. We loved each other too damned much for it not to work. He had asked and I had said yes. That was all I needed to focus on. I had said yes and meant it.

CHAPTER 6

“Are you nervous?”

I shook my head and wiped my sweaty palms over the black jeans I wore.

“It’s ok to be nervous, poppet.” Matt assured me, reaching over to take one of my hands in his. He ran his thumb over my knuckles and smiled. It was a great smile.

“I’m not.” I lied, less than magnificently. Matt chuckled, he wasn’t buying it and that was understandable. I was silently freaking out. “Are you nervous, Matt?”

He shook his head and laced his fingers through mine. “Not at all.”

“Mmm, ok.” I said and let my gaze wander around the inside of the church.

It was a small church and very quiet. The altar was a mix of cream and white marble. The pews dark wood and uncomfortable to sit on. I liked the stained glass windows, the sunlight streaming through them caused a myriad of colours to dance across the floor.

Matt twisted around at the sound of heels clicking sharply. I turned too and watched his secretary, who had earned the title of superwoman in my eyes. Rachel had been the one who organized my moving into Matt’s place. In one day she had people come in, sort out my belongings and delivered them to Matt’s home. The following two days my home had been redecorated and ready for rental. My head was still spinning from the speed in which things had been done. And now she was making her way over to us with a satisfied smirk on her face and a box in one hand, her cell was glued to the other. Her business suit was hidden under her buttoned up winter coat. Yes, definitely a modern day superwoman.

“The rings, Mr Bradley.” she said, holding them out to Matt. “I have spoken to the vicar and he will be ready to perform the ceremony in half an hour. Now concerning your schedule,” Rachel glanced at her smart phone. “I have cleared everything for the next three weeks as per your instruction.”

“Good.” Matt took the offered box and my eyes were suddenly transfixed to it in a macabre sort of way.

Oh God.

“And the necessary preparations are underway for your departure tomorrow morning. I have requested a maximum of eight staff, excluding the captain, to accompany you when you set sail.”

Matt frowned and Rachel fidgeted in her heels. He tapped the box against his knee and said, “That’s nine, excluding Madi and I. Nine is too much, Rachel. I would at least like to have the illusion of privacy on my honeymoon.”

Oh God. Oh God. My breathing was coming faster now.

“Your yacht is large enough for you to have that illusion, Mr Bradley.” she shot back quickly.

I expected Matt to cut her down to size, but he simply nodded and gave her an amused look.

“I have also planned out an itinerary-”

“Rachel,” Matt was definitely amused. “You havenotplanned my honeymoon.”

She blushed prettily. Ha, bet she would love to have a skin tone that hid those two spots of colour on her cheeks. “Uh, no, Mr Bradley. I shall leave those details up to you and the captain.”

“Very good.” Matt replied, squeezing my now cold hand.

Oh God.

“I’ve also arranged some clothing for Ms DuMont to change into before the vicar arrives.”

Upon hearing that my nerves went into hyper drive. “C-clothes? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” My jeans were nice, as were my red ankle boots. And I loved this vermillion cowl neck top. My clothes matched my engagement ring. Plus I had a coat on, there was no need for clothing. Oh my God.

Matt squeezed my hand again and brushed Rachel’s suggestion aside with a breezy, “Madi’s fine as she is. Have you sorted out the financial aspect with the church?”

She nodded in affirmation then focused on her ringing cell. “One moment, Mr Bradley. It’s the office.” She turned away as she answered, crisply telling the person on the other line that Matt was unavailable and to forward some reports to her.

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