Midnight Girls by Lulu Taylor

Author:Lulu Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781446410042
Publisher: Random House

Chapter 32

SHE NUZZLED INTO his neck, pushing her lips against his ear. A strand of her hair brushed against his cheek. ‘Tomorrow we’ll go to London,’ she said, her breathy whisper sending electric pulses of excitement across his skin. ‘I’ve booked the Royal Suite at Claridge’s. Then the honeymoon can really begin.’

‘I don’t care where I am, as long as it’s with you,’ he replied huskily. ‘Now, Mrs Mitchell, I believe it’s traditional to carry the bride across the threshold on their first night as man and wife.’

They were standing outside their hotel room, a drab grey door with gold plastic numbers stuck on it. Romily giggled. She was definitely a little drunk after three glasses of the best champagne the hotel bar could offer, which they’d had with their wedding breakfast of steak and kidney pie and chips, followed by an extraordinary whisky and oat concoction called cranachan. Mitch could see now why Scottish cuisine hadn’t caught on as a world favourite.

‘I thought it was supposed to be the threshold of our first home!’ protested Romily, as he swept her up in his arms. ‘Oh! Mind the jacket, darling!’ She giggled again.

Mitch pushed the door open with his foot and went inside, gazing into Romily’s eyes as he carried her in. He put her down gently on the shabby carpet. ‘Here you are. The bridal chamber.’ He took her hand and looked down into her face, thinking that he’d never seen another person look so astonishingly beautiful. ‘I can’t believe it. You’re my wife.’

‘And you’re my husband,’ she said softly, staring back at him.

Is it possible to be any happier than this? he wondered. For months now, he’d been living in some charmed existence so far from his old one that he couldn’t stop marvelling at it. Sometimes he was seized by panic at the thought of how nearly it had never happened. If Robert had not come back from his sickbed, and he had not been standing outside the restaurant … If Romily had not argued with her family … It all seemed so tenuous. His whole life had turned on these tiny events happening at exactly the right time. Without them, he’d still be slaving in the kitchen at Reynard, and Romily would be trotting about on her round of social engagements, perhaps flirting with someone, wondering who her destiny was.

Well, they knew the answer to that now. It was him. Theodore Mitchell. No man in the world could love her more than he did, he was sure of that.

‘So, Mrs Mitchell …’

‘Yes, Mr Mitchell?’ Her brown eyes sparkled at him.

‘Shall we retire from the exertions of our wedding day?’

‘Oh, yes, please, Mr Mitchell, if you don’t mind.’ She looked up at him coyly from under her lashes.

They began to kiss and a wave of tenderness and passion crashed over him. What had he done to deserve this happiness? He’d never known anything as perfect as passion mixed with deep, all-encompassing love. Heroin had once made him feel blissed out but it had also made him feel like shit.

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