She raised bemused eyes to his face, and he pointed to the bottom of the painting. "See," he said. "It has a t.i.tle."
Catherine saw. "Wild Enchantress!" she read. "But- "You-or the ocean?" he asked gently, and she nodded. "Both, I guess. My past-and my future. Now do you understand why it took so long to finish the commission?"
"But you destroyed the sketches," she protested.
Jared pulled her into his arms, his hands possessive upon her. "Do you honestly think I need any sketches to remember every inch of you?" he demanded huskily, and she pressed herself closer to him. "About our guests," he added softly, but she just burrowed closer.
"What was that you said about always having time for romance?"
she whispered, and he chuckled as he kicked the door shut with his foot. . .
end.