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harder than a rock.
    “Red, we have to go
soon!” she gasped when his kisses became more insistent.
    He groaned. “Jane just
being in the same room with you makes me…”
    Honey tapped on the
door. “You ready, Jane?”
    “She’ll be there in
five minutes,” Red answered for her as he turned the key and advanced on Jane.
    “Five minutes?” Jane
teased.
    “Hey, I can work
quickly when I need to,” he chuckled against her lips.
    “Our wedding
outfits...” Jane laughed.
    “Easy fix.” He slid the
gown quickly from her shoulders until it pooled at her feet.
    ***
    After what they had
shared only a short time earlier, Red knew he should be feeling something other
than the sensual aftermath of loving Jane. But he was befuddled as he watched
Honey and Tony celebrate their wedding. He was happy for them, but now that
he’d leaped in head first with Jane, he knew he ought to be able to make up his
mind about marriage with her, it was a part of the
whole bargain. She’d given herself to him wholeheartedly, but marriage was
something he took as serious as a heart attack. And even though he was
admittedly somewhat crazy about her, he realized he still didn’t know that much
about the petite little English woman who was sharing his home and his bed,
other than she was sweet natured and apparently really liked sex. But would
that be enough for a lifetime commitment? The folder still lay unread in the
drawer of his nightstand. He shrugged off his deep thoughts and refocused once
again on the moment, and Honey’s special day. Tonight, he planned to do a
little reading. It was time he got to know the real Jane Sinclair on more than
a physical level.
    When Red returned home
that night with Jane, there was something about the sudden emptiness of the
house that got to him after the months of Honey’s wedding preparations and
excited chatter. A certain finality. Even though all
had gone incredibly well with the wedding, Honey was permanently gone. Oh,
she’d be here on and off, but she belonged to Tony now, he was her priority and
Jane should be, or could be, his.
    He wanted it all, was
that too much to ask? The easy going friendship he’d shared with his cousin,
the sensuality he shared with Jane, the warm homey atmosphere of a family life.
Could he have that all wrapped up in one person? He needed to stop putting it
off and figure out exactly who Jane Sinclair was, before he got in any deeper.
He was beginning to feel like his heart might be getting involved here. But
what if she saw this as a just fun way to spend a year in America? She
continually teased him, calling him ‘Cowboy’ as though she got a kick out of
saying the word. Everything was still new, a novelty to her. And when the
novelty wore off, would she go home? Would he be left standing here wearing his
heart on his sleeve, with an empty house and an empty bed, both lonely and
horny?
    Red kissed Jane
goodnight. She seemed surprised, but didn’t argue when he said he had some
paperwork to take care of. She went to her room to soak in a relaxing bath. It
had been a long day for everyone.
    Red sat down on the
bed, wearing the remnants of his once crisp tuxedo, now wrinkled from a full
day of celebrating with family, friends and neighbors. As the day had
progressed, his thoughts of a future with Jane had grown stronger and deeper.
He was physically exhausted and his emotions were tied in a knot. But he
couldn’t put off reading her profile any longer. He tossed the jacket aside,
removed the tie and cumber bund, rolled up his sleeves and leaning against the
old solid oak headboard he finally began to read.
    Lady Jane Sinclair.
Aged twenty eight…wait a minute. Lady Jane Sinclair? She really was an English aristocrat? A sudden tightness began
in his chest and only grew as he read on.
    Raised in Yorkshire at
Sinclair Manor, a sixteenth century manor house on the edge of the Yorkshire
moors. She’d gone to a prestigious English boarding school, and Cambridge.