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Liv?”
    “Yes, she seems really nice. She likes to be
called Olivia though.”
    “Well then, it’s settled. Go get your party
dress out. The bright pink one you love so much. You don’t get
enough occasions to wear it. Olivia won’t know any people there,
other than you and Frank, so she’d probably really appreciate you
introducing her around. Just take it easy when you do okay? No
calling McMichael’s nanny the ‘ferocious frauline’, all right?”
    Lucy smiled. “But redheads should never wear
pink. And I don’t call her that. Well, not within ear shot
anyway.”
    “Like that has ever stopped you before. And
you know what I mean. Go easy on the locals. But do her a favour
and let Olivia know who’s related to whom. Have a good time. Have a
few dances for me tonight.”
    “But what about you? Are you sure?”
    “I’ll have my own dances at home here with
the kids tonight, and just be thankful that I have all of you.
It’ll be my special time with them. I did miss them, you know.”
    “Marty, you are a wonderful man. I love you.
Thank you,” she said, giving him an inviting kiss.
    “Don’t you need to get ready?” he asked.
    “I think the bride’s the only one that really
has to be on time,” she said.

Chapter Seven
     
    Frank and Olivia stood outside her new
home.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “I want it to be a surprise.”
    “It already is a surprise,” Liv said. “You
are supposed to carry me over the threshold of our first home,
don’t you know anything?”
    “Well, I can’t do that if my hands are over
your eyes.”
    “Exactly,” she said.
    “Okay babe. You’re the boss,” Frank said and
picked up his bride.
    “I’ll cover my own eyes,” Liv said, and did
so.
    He carried her into the house.
    “A woman who knows how to compromise,” Frank
laughed “I knew I had a good one.”
    Frank put her down and took a deep breath.
Liv uncovered her eyes. She had imagined what the house would look
like, in her deepest, darkest moments of uncertainty. But she was
quite pleasantly surprised after all. It wasn’t the Bower
homestead, to be certain, but it was compact and tidy, rather cute
actually. She noticed the engagement photo right away.
    “Oh Frank…I love it!” she said.
    “Really?”
    The sincerity in her voice was actually a
shock to Frank.
    “Yes, show me more. Show me the kitchen, show
me the bedroom…”
    “Uh, Liv, this is the kitchen. It’s a
kitchen/living room combined. See turn around, there’s the
oven.”
    She laughed. “I’m only teasing you. It’s
fine, it’s wonderful.”
    She threw her arms around Frank and gave him
a tender kiss.
    “I would like to see the bedroom though.”
    She tugged at his shirt. The tug was felt
from his heart down through his loins.
    “Do I need to carry you over that threshold
too?” he asked, pointing at the bedroom door.
    “It depends if you want to be lucky or not…”
she smiled.
    “Why argue with tradition?” he said,
gathering her up in his arms once more.
    “Do we have time?” Liv asked. “Aren’t we
supposed to be at the wedding event of the century?”
    “Oh, we have time,” Frank assured her. “I
think the groom is the only one who has to be on time. And just
what has Lucy been telling you about the people in this town?”
    “She says, they’re always late.”
    “Then so be it.”
    He took his lady into the bedroom and lay her
on the bed he had carefully strewn with soft pillows.
    “Have you missed me?” he asked.
    “You have no idea how much,” Olivia whispered
in his ear, her breath heated with the passion she felt. “And
you?”
    She lay on top of him. He took her soft hand,
with the long, slender fingers, and started leading them on a
journey that started with a kiss on his lips, and carried down his
body, entwining in his chest hairs, skimming over his navel, and
resting between his legs.
    “Isn’t it rather obvious?” he asked her.
    The nights had been long since they had