gold anklet chain on my left leg.â
âSo, I take it youâre a Miami Dolphins fan?â
She chuckled softly. âYou take it right.â
âWould you believe that Iâm one also?â
Heâs already established something we have in common. I like that. âYes, Harper, I think with you I can believe just about anything.â
âIâm glad to hear you say that, Courtney, and Iâm looking forward to Friday night.â
âSo am I.â
Mike Kelly snagged his wifeâs wrist and pulled her into his arms. Their flight to Italy included a twelve-hour layover in Atlanta before flying on to Rome, where they were to spend three weeks on honeymoon. They had checked into a hotel for the layover, and he knew the moment Sonya walked out of the bathroom wearing sexy sleep-wear just how they would use the next twelve hours.
Without a doubt, heâd fallen in love with Sonya the moment they met, although heâd been able to successfully keep his feelings on the back burner while working with her to get Carla and Jesse back together. Once that was accomplished, he had turned his concentration on her. It hadnât been easy, since other than his close friendship with Jesse, he was naturally a loner. He picked his friends and chose his relationshipsâespecially those with the opposite sexâcarefully. He never liked women who whined
or clung to a man for support. That was probably why heâd fallen for Sonya so hard. From the first, he could tell she was tough, wouldnât take bullshit off any man. There was nothing whiny or clingy about her. She was his kind of woman. She was his.
And he could tell she was bothered by something. He combed his fingers through her hair. âWhatâs on your mind, sweetheart?â
Sonya met Mikeâs gaze and inwardly cursed. He could read her so well at times. âThe wedding.â
He frowned slightly. âWhat about the wedding? I thought things went extremely well.â
She nodded. âThey did. But there were some behind-the-scenes things going on.â
He lifted a brow. âInvolving your parents?â
She nodded again. âNamely, Suzette and my mother. I didnât get a chance to ask Courtney about it, but I think Suzette may have insulted Mom ⦠again.â She pulled out of his arms, disgusted. âDamn it, Mike, I should have put my foot down and insisted that Dad either leave that witch at home or not come.â
âBut heâs your father.â
âWhoâs married to a woman young enough to be his daughter. A woman who broke up my parentsâ marriage andââ
He reached out and placed a finger to her lips, hushing the rest of her words. âI really donât want to hear about your parentsâ problems on my wedding night.â
She frowned. âYouâre the one who asked what was bothering me.â
âNow I wish I hadnât. Your parents have to work out their own issues, Sonya. Starting tonight as my wife, youâll have your hands full taking care of me.â
Sonyaâs frown deepened, and she placed her hands on her hips. She glared up at him. âI donât think so.â
Mike smiled, liking the fire that suddenly sparked to life in her eyes. âI do.â
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, and although she tried protesting at first, the moment his mouth touched hers, she let out a soft, quiet, surrendering moan. He deepened the kiss, and she placed her arms around muscular broad shoulders. Some men kissed women. Mike, Sonya always thought, made it a point to do more than that. He made love to her lips with the same technique, precision, and detail that he made love to her body. The thought of what role she would play in his life from this day forward made butterflies skim through her belly. She was his woman. He was her man.
He pulled back slightly. âAnd what do you think now?â he asked against moist lips,