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here?”
    “I brought you some more water.”
    His voice, next to the tub, sent tingles through the water and over her skin. “You shouldn’t be in here,” she halfheartedly insisted, wiping at her eyes with both hands.
    A towel took over for her hands. Sighing, she let him dry her face and then opened her eyes.
    “I had to,” he whispered.
    “Had to what?” Breathless, she reached out to touch his cheek, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
    “See you. Tell you how much I love you, and always will.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, and lifted her hand, kissing the base of her palm. His touch fired a thousand sparks throughout her body. His hand ran up her arm, and one finger traced a water droplet across her shoulder.
    Her breasts, barely hidden beneath the bubbles floating on top of the water, tingled and her nipples hardened in anticipation of his touch. “I love you, too,” she whispered. “I have for a very, very long time.”
    Spencer’s delightfully wicked fingertip stroked along her shoulder blade, pausing at the base of her neck, where her pulse literally leaped against her skin. He leaned over the water, his face inches in front of hers. “And you’ll marry me?”
    “Yes,” she managed to whisper as their breath mingled.
    Slow and easy, his lips swept over hers, stealing her breath and sending her heart tumbling across her chest. The kiss went on and on, soothing yet exhilarating. His tongue teased hers with demanding strokes that drove her into a frenzy and made her wish he’d lift her from the tub and carry her down the hall to her room.
    “Spencer,” she whispered as his lips eased down her neck.
    He lifted his head, gazing at her with simmering eyes. “You’ve made me the happiest man on earth.”
    Basking in that knowledge, she closed her eyes and relished the glorious contentment filling her soul. When she lifted her lids, Spencer was at the door. The water splashed to the floor as she jolted upward. “Where are you going?”
    He smiled. “Downstairs.”
    Not willing to have that happen, she stood, water sloshing in all directions. “Now?”

Chapter Six
    Spencer had a heck of a time breathing. Della’s glistening skin, slick with water and decorated with a dusting of swollen bubbles on the brink of bursting, challenged every sight he’d ever seen. Nothing could be more stunning, nothing more precious, and nothing could ever light a fire inside him like the one blazing in his loins right now. He wanted to lift her out of that brass tub and lick every drop of water from her skin. But, what followed from there would take hours, and right now, they didn’t have hours.
    He pulled his eyes from the nipples teasing his senses, and met her gaze. “Yes, now,” he said. “Before I can’t.” Knowing he shouldn’t, but needing to fulfill a touch of desire, he walked back to the tub. His hands went to her breasts, holding the full mounds as his lips caught hers again. Fulfillment didn’t happen. Their connection, the taste of her sweet mouth and the feel of her perfect curves, had him desiring her more than he’d imagined possible. Stepping away was torture.
    Dredging up courage, he moved across the room and grasped the doorknob. He gave her a wink as he pulled open the door. “See you downstairs, darling.”
    He made it as far as the stairs before he leaned against the wall. A storm of nerves had descended upon him. He didn’t know anything about being a husband. A father. What if—
    “Deputy Monroe?”
    He pushed off the wall. “Hello, Mrs. Carmichael,” he greeted the woman carrying a bundle of silk and lace.
    Her gaze went to the front of his shirt, where water had darkened the material, but she had the grace to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “On your way downstairs?” she asked.
    Spencer’s eyes went to the door he’d just closed. Della deserved the world, and he wanted to give it to her, but what if—
    “Deputy,” Rachel Carmichael