A Kingdom of Dreams (Westmoreland, #1)

by Judith McNaught

Perhaps it was the weight of the ring and all that it implied, or perhaps it was the odd combination of gentleness and solemnity in his gray eyes as they gazed into hers, but whatever the cause, Jenny’s heart had doubled its pace. In a voice like rough velvet, he said, “We haven’t done anything in its usual order, you and I. We consummated the marriage before the betrothal, and I’ve placed your ring on your finger long after we exchanged vows.” Mesmerized, Jenny stared into his fathomless silver eyes while his deep husky voice caressed her, pulling her further under his spell as he continued, “And although nothing else has been normal about our marriage thus far, I would ask a favor of you—” Jenny scarcely recognized the breathy whisper that was her own voice. “What . . . favor?” “Just for tonight,” he said, reaching up and tracing the curve of her flushed cheek with his fingertips, “could we put aside our differences and behave like a normal, newly wedded couple at a normal marriage feast?”