He stared deeply, lovingly into her eyes. “Do you think we should get married first?”

“Sure.”

He hesitated. “So, we’ll wait?”

“I’m thinking, if we take the Jaguar, we can be over the Nevada border in six hours.”

He drew back. “Elope?”

She nodded.

“Won’t that upset your family?”

She smoothed a hand across his cheeks, burrowing her fingers in his hair and moving in close. “I’ve stopped living for my family, Lucky.” She kissed him gently on the lips. “I’m living for you now. And we should do whatever we want.”

“Oh, Doll-Face,” he groaned, hugging her tight. “Marry me. Do it now.”

BARBARA DUNLOP

writes romantic stories while curled up in a log cabin in Canada’s far north, where bears outnumber people and it snows six months of the year. Fortunately she has a brawny husband and two teenage children to haul firewood and clear the driveway while she sips cocoa and muses about her upcoming chapters. Barbara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website, www.barbaradunlop.com.