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“I’m here on my honeymoon with
the prettiest girl in existence, having a romantic dinner with her
in matching bathrobes. Every guy in this place would be absolutely
jealous of me right now and my extreme good fortune.”
    I blushed again at his appraisal of me. I
had always felt inferior to Vance when it came to looks. He had a
way of making women of all ages stop dead in their tracks just so
they could stare at him, me included. I had never seen any boys or
men stop to stare at me the way women looked at him. Well, that
wasn’t entirely true. Vance looked at me that way all the time.
    “Earth to Portia,” Vance’s voice broke into
my thoughts, and I suddenly realized that he was holding a chair
out for me to sit in.
    “Oh, thank you,” I said, feeling a bit
flustered for a moment.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked
which I suddenly found funny since he could have just ruffled
through my thoughts on his own and found out for himself.
    It suddenly meant a lot to me that he
respected my privacy enough to not do something like that.
    “It’s nothing,” I said, dismissing my
previous thoughts with a wave of my hand as he moved to sit in his
own chair.
    “Really?” he probed. “Because I can almost
see those wheels turning in your head.”
    I laughed at him.
    “I was just thinking about how incredibly
handsome you are and how lucky I am to have you … again,” I said as
I smiled at him, sure I was stroking his ego to a flame by this
point.
    He surprised me once again, when he shook
his head.
    “Someday I hope I’ll really be able to make
you understand that I’m the lucky one in this relationship, Portia.
I’m almost afraid to take my eyes off you sometimes … for fear I’ll
wake up and this will have all been a wonderful dream.” He looked
at me, his eyes overflowing with love.
    “I’m not going anywhere, Vance,” I replied
and reached out to lay my hand over the top of his.
    “Good,” he answered with a smile, and he
turned his hand slightly so he could squeeze mine. “Now eat up
before your dad comes bursting through that door complaining that
I’m keeping you too occupied with … other pursuits and not feeding
you enough.”
    “Yes sir!” I said, laughing at the wicked
grin and wink he sent my way.
    The smells lifting from the delicious dinner
in front us soon had our mouths watering in delight. We enjoyed the
crispy duck in a lovely sauce, something I had never tried before,
with baby carrots and asparagus. Vance had also ordered us the hot
rhubarb soufflé for dessert, which was perfection in and of
itself.
    After we were done with dinner and our tray
was picked up by the waiter, we opted to snuggle together for the
rest of the evening until we both fell asleep in each other’s
arms.
     
    The next morning, though it dawned bright
and clear, I could see it was going to be another chilly one
outside. The weather didn’t affect us, though, because we still
opted to stay in our room for most of the day. I soon began to
realize that going off on a honeymoon to an exotic location was
absolutely pointless, since we never wanted to leave our little
hideaway to do anything else.
    “Do you feel like you’re ready to venture
out into the world yet? Maybe explore the place a little?” Vance
asked me in the middle of the afternoon, after a pretty heated
couple of hours.
    “I guess we can … if you want to,” I said. I
was lying in his arms, letting my hair spill across his chest like
he liked.
    “I am perfectly content right where I am,”
he said while he drew his fingers through the dark strands, which
was giving me a very relaxed feeling. “I just thought you might be
getting bored with me by now.”
    I snorted at that comment.
    “Not likely.” I smiled a very satisfied
smile, and I lifted my head to look at him. “I’ve been having a
marvelous time thanks to you.” I had a thought which worried me
then. “Unless you’ve grown bored with me, that is.”
    “I thought my