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of paris, French hand-blocked wall paper, painted window shades. The furniture of rosewood was upholstered in antique blue brocade. There were Windsor chairs, a French piano in the corner, Aubusson carpet covering the floors. Venetian and Waterford chandeliers lighted the room. Kathleen drew in her breath and looked up at Dawson, “Darling, it’s absolutely beautiful. I had no idea your home would be so luxurious.” Dawson smiled and led her into the big library adjoining the drawing rooms. Gothic bookcases shelved thousands of books in the big room. “Dawson, have you read all these books?” Kathleen was impressed.
“Not quite,” he laughed. “I don’t seem to have time to read since I met you.” He took her arm. Behind the library, he showed her a card room with green felt tables scattered around and a long bar covering one entire wall. “I don’t use this room anymore, but we used to have poker games here often … before you came into my life.”
Dawson led Kathleen up the mahogany stairway, the most unusual one she had ever seen, its beauty outstanding. Down the long corridor, Dawson told her, “These are just bedrooms, guest rooms, I suppose,” and pointed to the many doors they passed. At the far end of the hall, he opened a massive door and took her into a gigantic sitting room. A roaring fire blazed in the room furnished in heavy mahogany furniture. The walls of the sitting room were of the same blue brocade she had seen downstairs. Dawson dropped her arm and walked to the double doors that connected the sitting room to his bedroom. He drew back the doors and invited her inside. It was the biggest bedroom Kathleen had ever seen. Another large fireplace directly across from the oversized master bed burned brightly. The room was filled with heavy furniture and tall windows covered two walls of the corner room. Blue brocade drapes were open, giving a breathtaking view of the lights below the bluffs and the Mississippi river.
“Dawson Blakely, this room is unbelievable. You can sit in your bed and look out at the river while you have your breakfast. I love it, it’s so, so …”
Dawson smiled and walked to the big bed and sat down. Kathleen stood at the windows looking at the lights below. She turned to smile at him and said, “Aren’t you going to put on some lights so I can see the room better?”
Dawson patted the bed beside him, “You can see the room well enough, the fireplace gives off plenty of light. I wanted a romantic atmosphere for what I have to say. Come here.”
Shyly, Kathleen walked to the bed. Dawson took her hand and pulled her down beside him. “What are you going to say, Dawson?” Kathleen was wide-eyed.
Dawson tilted her chin up, “Darling, I love you, I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. I want to marry you, I want you to be Mrs. Dawson Harpe Blakely.” He bent and kissed her lips tenderly.
Her arms went around his neck and she said, “Oh, Dawson, when? I love you, too; when do you want to marry me?”
“As soon as possible, sweetheart. That’s what I’m going to talk to your father about tomorrow. And that’s why I brought you to my house. It’s going to be your home now, so I wanted you to see it and start thinking about what changes you want to make. You can do anything you like with it. I want you to be happy.” He stroked the blond hair falling around her face.
“Dawson, I wouldn’t change a thing! It is the most beautiful home I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to live here,” her eyes roamed around the big room, picturing how it would be to spend her days in the big mansion with him.
Dawson laughed, “Honey, I’m sure there’s some things you’ll want to do. The house is rather masculine. If you like, you can make this your room and do it over in a way that will suit you.” He pushed a strand of hair from her neck and kissed her.
“Darling, I want my room to be your room. I don’t want separate bedrooms. I want us to share
“Not quite,” he laughed. “I don’t seem to have time to read since I met you.” He took her arm. Behind the library, he showed her a card room with green felt tables scattered around and a long bar covering one entire wall. “I don’t use this room anymore, but we used to have poker games here often … before you came into my life.”
Dawson led Kathleen up the mahogany stairway, the most unusual one she had ever seen, its beauty outstanding. Down the long corridor, Dawson told her, “These are just bedrooms, guest rooms, I suppose,” and pointed to the many doors they passed. At the far end of the hall, he opened a massive door and took her into a gigantic sitting room. A roaring fire blazed in the room furnished in heavy mahogany furniture. The walls of the sitting room were of the same blue brocade she had seen downstairs. Dawson dropped her arm and walked to the double doors that connected the sitting room to his bedroom. He drew back the doors and invited her inside. It was the biggest bedroom Kathleen had ever seen. Another large fireplace directly across from the oversized master bed burned brightly. The room was filled with heavy furniture and tall windows covered two walls of the corner room. Blue brocade drapes were open, giving a breathtaking view of the lights below the bluffs and the Mississippi river.
“Dawson Blakely, this room is unbelievable. You can sit in your bed and look out at the river while you have your breakfast. I love it, it’s so, so …”
Dawson smiled and walked to the big bed and sat down. Kathleen stood at the windows looking at the lights below. She turned to smile at him and said, “Aren’t you going to put on some lights so I can see the room better?”
Dawson patted the bed beside him, “You can see the room well enough, the fireplace gives off plenty of light. I wanted a romantic atmosphere for what I have to say. Come here.”
Shyly, Kathleen walked to the bed. Dawson took her hand and pulled her down beside him. “What are you going to say, Dawson?” Kathleen was wide-eyed.
Dawson tilted her chin up, “Darling, I love you, I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. I want to marry you, I want you to be Mrs. Dawson Harpe Blakely.” He bent and kissed her lips tenderly.
Her arms went around his neck and she said, “Oh, Dawson, when? I love you, too; when do you want to marry me?”
“As soon as possible, sweetheart. That’s what I’m going to talk to your father about tomorrow. And that’s why I brought you to my house. It’s going to be your home now, so I wanted you to see it and start thinking about what changes you want to make. You can do anything you like with it. I want you to be happy.” He stroked the blond hair falling around her face.
“Dawson, I wouldn’t change a thing! It is the most beautiful home I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to live here,” her eyes roamed around the big room, picturing how it would be to spend her days in the big mansion with him.
Dawson laughed, “Honey, I’m sure there’s some things you’ll want to do. The house is rather masculine. If you like, you can make this your room and do it over in a way that will suit you.” He pushed a strand of hair from her neck and kissed her.
“Darling, I want my room to be your room. I don’t want separate bedrooms. I want us to share
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