The texas renegade reurns(64)By: Charlene Sands
Her husband was a dashing renegade.
He stole her breath and made her dizzy with love.
“Come with me,” he said. “I need to be alone with my wife.” He took her hand and led her out of the ballroom and down a long empty hallway. Then he stopped as if deciding this was a good-enough place, and gently guided her back against the wall. His hands braced the wall beside her head and he began brushing long, sweet, unbelievable kisses against her lips. “Tell me you are as happy as I am,” he said between kisses.
“Happier.” She giggled, and he stopped kissing her to smile.
“Our new home will be ready in a few months. We will raise our baby there, Cara, and have that fresh start we have always wanted.”
“I’m ready. It will be the best place to raise our son.”
“Our son.” Alex’s eyes gleamed. Only days ago they’d found out they were having a boy. “I still can’t believe it.”
“Neither can I.”
From a distance away, coming from the site of the old billiards room, children’s laughter drifted to her ears. It was a beautiful sound. “Listen, Alex. The children are playing in the new day-care center. One day, maybe our boy will play there, too.”
“Yes. I am sure he will.” Alex kissed her again. “Are you ready to go back to our reception, Cara? The guests may be missing us.”
“Yes, Alex. As Mrs. Alejandro del Toro, I am ready for anything.”
Alex grinned, and they strolled into the ballroom of the Texas Cattleman’s Club, ready to begin their new life together.