“A long engagement?” Warrick sent her an intimation of his closed bedroom door, the two of them behind it in the dark, and Warrick holding her against him as the sun rose in the room beyond. “Not very, if I can help it.” The fluttering in Nim broke into a sensation that rose through her, bursting free in a quiet, breathy laugh. And then she had hold of him by the tie of his shirt, drawing her to him for a deeper, lingering kiss. “I agree to your terms.”
