Westmoreland's Way - Brenda Jackson [56]
She shrugged the feminine shoulders he loved so much. “It just did.”
He leaned in closer. “Do you know what I think?” Before she could respond, he said, “I think it bothered you because you realized something. Those times that we made love, I made you mine. And you know something else you might as well go ahead and accept?”
“What?” she asked tersely.
“That I love you.”
She blinked. “You love me?”
“Very much. I fell in love with you the moment I set eyes on you. And I want to marry you for all the right reasons. I want us, the Westmorelands and the Novaks, to be a family.”
She hesitated, searched his gaze for the truth in his words. He could tell from her expression the moment she found them. A smile touched her lips. “I think Jay and Raphel would have liked that.”
“So will you marry me? And I might as well warn you, marrying me means getting fourteen others.”
She grinned. “I don’t mind because marrying me means you’ll get four. Oh, and there’s Iris. She’s like my sister.”
A deep smile touched his lips. “The more the merrier. And I might as well warn you about my fifteen Atlanta Westmoreland cousins.”
“Like you said, the more the merrier,” she said, shifting in his embrace to wrap her arms around his neck. “I love you, too.”
He leaned in closer as his gaze zeroed in on her lips. He kissed her there, slowly at first, then a little more hungrily. And when his tongue began dueling with hers, he almost forgot where the two of them were. He pulled away from her mouth and stood with her in his arms. He then placed her on her feet.
“I think we need to let everyone know there will be a wedding after all, but not today. We will set a date when we can get all the Westmorelands in one place.”
He then leaned in closer to whisper, “I’m staying at the hotel in Rosebud tonight. Do you want to come spend some time with me later?”
A satisfied smile touched her lips. “Umm, I would love to. You give. I take. No regrets.”
He chuckled as he pulled her into his arms. “Yes. No regrets.”
Epilogue
P am glanced down at her wedding ring. It looked perfect on her hand. She then glanced up at her husband of ten minutes and smiled before looking around the huge, beautifully decorated ballroom at the Denver hotel. She and Dillon had decided to have a Christmas wedding and everything had turned out perfectly.
Her sisters were talking to some of Dillon’s brothers and cousins and seemed to be in a very happy and festive mood. She couldn’t yet distinguish which were Dillon’s brothers and which ones were his cousins, since they all looked a lot alike. Even those who had traveled all the way from Atlanta. He had introduced everyone, but she was still a little fuzzy on names and faces.
And yet she had become immediate friends with Megan, Gemma and Bailey. They simply adored their oldest cousin and let her know they were more than pleased with the woman he had chosen as his wife. And then there were the wives of the Atlanta Westmorelands, with whom she was forming lasting friendships. Last night during the rehearsal dinner she had held in her arms the newest member of the Westmoreland clan, four-month-old Jaren.
There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Dillon’s cousin Jared Westmoreland and his wife, Dana, were proud of their beautiful baby girl. While holding the baby Pam had glanced up and met Dillon’s gaze, and from the look he’d given her, she had a feeling that he wasn’t planning on wasting any time giving her a child of her own to hold.
“Ready for our first dance, Mrs. Westmoreland?” Dillon asked, whirling her around to face him, and bringing her thoughts back to the present.
She laughed. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. Westmoreland.”
And then he pulled her into his arms as they glided around the dance floor. Her sisters were beaming happily and that made her feel good. They had been overjoyed to hear about her wedding plans. She and Dillon had wanted a small affair but with all those Westmorelands that was impossible.
They would live in Gamble until the end of the school year, and then once