He held her in his arms, still half-amazed that he could do this. He swept her closer. ‘Don’t ever go away from me,’ he said thickly into her hair. She turned her head up to grin at him. ‘Why would I leave a rich man like you?’ she teased. She put her hands on his chest and pushed gently free of him. ‘I knew you were after my fortune,’ he replied, letting her go. He held back a sigh. She always wanted to be clear of him before he was ready to let her go. It was her independent nature, he supposed. He refused to worry that she was wearying of him.
