Page 134 of One Knight Enchanted
She had to hope that Yves would fare aswell.
“I have thought of a name for our son,” she said to Rolfe. They walked slowly and she leaned upon him, savoring the heat of thesunlight.
“Yes,” Rolfe murmured, trying to hide a smile and failing. “I imagine it is the same one I always thoughtfitting.”
“You always intended to name our sonQuinn?”
Rolfe only winked in response, and Annelise could not help but laugh aloud. “But you said nothing tome!”
“A wise man knows when an idea must be his lady’s own,” heteased.
Annelise laughed at the truth in that, then sighed with satisfaction. “Oh, Rolfe, you have made me happier this day than I imagined I ever might be. Thankyou.”
Rolfe turned to face her, cupped her face in his hand. She stared into his eyes, one blue and one silver-gray, both gleaming with heartfelt sincerity, and forgot her newfoundbrother.
“Surely I owe no less to the woman who so completely enchanted me with her love,” he murmured. “You cast a potent spell from our first meeting, ourAnnelise.”
“This is one spell from which you will never wriggle free,” Annelise threatened with asmile.
Rolfe laughed as he pulled her into his embrace. “I will not even try,” he vowed. He smiled down at her. “I think Marcus might have been right, afterall.”
“Marcus?” Annelise frowned in confusion before she remembered. “Oh, the man who gave you the darkbottle.”
Rolfe’s smile broadened. “The one who insisted it had the power to make dreams come true,” he said with satisfaction, then bent to claim her lips in a possessivekiss.
And Annelise could onlyagree.
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