âI need to be loved.'
âI love you. I've always loved you, from the very moment we met . . . which was why I couldn't spend that money. I didn't want you to think I was a gold digger, and it gave me an excuse to see you again, because I always knew I'd give it back.'
âNumber Five: Propose marriage. Number Six: Kiss her. Seven . . .'
âCharles Curtis . . . I could shake you. Of all the conniving, coldâblooded creatures.'
âNot at all. I just followed the advice offered by Thomas Hambert, my mother, and my friend Bart. Yes or no!'
âI give in,' she said faintly, and threw the notebook over the bannister into the hall below. âCan we get on to the kissing part now.'
He took her face in his hands and his mouth came down to hers. His fingertips slid into her ears and his thumbs caressed the edges of her smile. He kissed her slowly, tenderly, and she nearly fell apart with the ache of wanting him. Her arms slid round him.
âI love you so much,' he whispered against her scalp.
âAnd I you.'
He held her at arm's length. âDid you read the last item on the list?'
âAbout the ring in your waistcoat pocket? I read that first.' She held out her left hand, where a sapphire surrounded by diamonds sent out a loving glow.
He began to laugh. âThat's going to be the last thing you steal from me, Lady Lightfingers.'
âExcept for your heart.'
âYou stole that years ago,' he said, and kissed her again.