does that mean?” she asked, a shiver
sliding down her spine.
He leaned back slightly and smiled. “You
will be mine forever.”
“You’re so sure of that, huh?”
Thane pulled her close again and kissed her
hair. “Hopeful.”
“You need to stop being sweet, Thane. You’ll
ruin your reputation.”
He chuckled. “It’ll be our secret.”
“What language was that?”
“Icelandic.”
“You speak Icelandic?”
“A little,” he said. “It’s part of my
heritage.”
“Wow, that’s really cool.” She wove her
fingers into his hair and stroked his neck. “Our heritage is all of
the English-speaking variety. I wish I spoke another language.”
“Stick with me, baby, and I’ll translate the
world for you.”
“Would that be the whole world, or just the
world as I know it?”
“Whatever you want, Sydney. I’ll make it
happen.”
“Big words, mister movie star.”
He chuckled. “Aye, lass, but true all the
same.”
She closed her eyes, letting him hold her as
they swayed gently to the music.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he
whispered.
She smiled up at him. “Back atya.”
He stared at her for several seconds before
leaning forward with a grin. As his lips covered hers, she gripped
his waist, opening her mouth. She sighed as he stroked her neck and
deepened the kiss. To say he rocked her world was an
understatement.
The clearing of a throat and then a voice
saying, “I apologize,” interrupted them.
Thane broke their connection but kept an arm
around her waist. “No worries,” he said, and guided Sydney back to
the table.
Even though her stomach rumbled, she was
disappointed their moment was broken. She wanted to keep dancing
and kissing...but mostly kissing. Good Lord, he could kiss.
They didn’t speak as the server set their
food in front of them, but Thane kept hold of her hand and ran his
thumb gently over her knuckles.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” the
server asked.
“No. This is great,” Thane said. “Thank
you.”
“Very good, sir.” He turned and walked out
the door.
Thane stood with a grin. “Before we
eat...one more kiss.”
Sydney raised her head and Thane kissed her
gently. “You’re really good at that,” she said.
He chuckled and took his seat again. “Back
atya.”
“So, what’s your story?” she asked as they
ate.
“That’s one I’d rather wait to tell
you.”
“Oh? How come?”
“Because it’s long and in-depth and somewhat
hard to believe.”
“Well, now I’m even more intrigued.”
He smiled. “Let’s get to know each other
better, love, and I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”
“Wait.” She frowned. “Are you a
criminal?”
“No,” he stressed. “Nothing nefarious,
sweetheart.”
“Are you sure?”
“Aye, love, I’m sure.” He smiled. “What did
your uncle find?”
“What do you mean?”
“When he did the background check.”
She cocked her head. “How did you know about
his background check?”
“I didn’t until you just told me.”
Sydney gasped. “Seriously? Crap. I need to
be better about that.”
“Honestly, I figured he’d do one. I
would.”
She sipped her wine. “He didn’t find
anything.”
He smiled.
“But you knew that already, didn’t you?” she
challenged.
“Yes. He wouldn’t have been so agreeable if
he’d found anything.”
Sydney sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever
get used to all this cloak and dagger stuff.”
“I suppose it would feel a bit like that.”
He squeezed her hand. “But you understand it’s a safety issue,
right?”
“I get why you’d need security...
women wanting to rip your clothes off and everything... but
I’m just a girl from California who has no enemies...or admirers.”
She grimaced. “At least, I don’t think I do.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” he agreed. “But this
is something you’re going to have to get used to, especially being
with me.”
“I have to get used to it,” she said
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