The way Jessie talked about Harry, the way she looked at him …she made him feel impregnable. “I’m leaving the spy business.”
“So eventually the assassins will stop. In the meantime, for our honeymoon, you can take me shooting in Scotland. I need to learn how to hit a target.”
A honeymoon. She was planning a honeymoon. “This is blackmail.”
“Poor Harry,” she mocked. “Blackmailed into marriage. Do you mind so much?”
“Perhaps.” Taking her by the waist, he looked down into her warm, amber eyes. “Did you choose me because I’m the best of your three suitors?”
She dimpled. “That’s not saying much.”
Silently, Harry insisted on an answer.
Touching his lips with her fingertips, she said softly, “No, silly. I choose you because I love you. I slept with you because I love you. I want your children…because I love you.”
Flinging back his head, he laughed the hearty laugh that she had taught him. Picking her up, he swung her in a joyous circle. She shrieked with mirth, and when he set her on her feet again, he wrapped her in his arms and held her, as he would hold her for the rest of her life, and said the words he never thought he could say. “My darling Jessie, I love you, too.”