“Hours?” “Felt like hours.” He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. Warmth seared through Louise, and she drew in a shaky breath. “John . . .” “Yes, my love?” Her pulse thrummed harder. “Thank you for marrying me.” He smiled, then straightened and, quite deftly, removed the rest of the pins from her hair. Then before she could use the hairbrush herself, John picked it up and gently ran the brush through her light-brown locks.
