“You’re going to ruin the table if you keep throwing things on it,” Julia muttered.
Douglas ignored her.
“This is unbelievable,” Webster seethed from behind them.
They ignored him.
Douglas slid the diamond, a round, four-carat, perfect solitaire set simply yet elegantly in platinum, on her finger. Then his hand closed around hers and he brought the ring to his lips. He watched her the entire time, heat surging through his body when he saw her lips part in pleasure at first sight of the ring and then she bit her bottom lip when her knuckles made contact with his mouth.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
He didn’t give her a moment to let it soak in, keeping her fingers held firmly in his, he turned on his heel and dragged her across the room.
“Douglas where are we –?” she began.
“Julia you can’t –” That was Webster who was pale-faced and tight-lipped and staring at them both like they’d grown two heads.
Douglas walked right by him as if he wasn’t there.
He took her to the study, not letting her hand go. He stopped at the side of his desk, jerked at her hand gently and when her body came close to his, he dropped it and drew her up to his side with his arm around her waist.
He picked up the phone and punched in a number.
“Nick?” he waited for a response then continued. “We have an unwanted guest.” He looked at the door to see that Webster had trailed behind them and was standing in the doorway of the study looking confused and angry. At Nick’s response, Douglas finished. “Yes, he needs to be disposed of.”
“I’m leaving,” Webster stated but then hesitated, looking at Julia, obviously hoping she’d stop him.
Julia was paying no attention, she was holding her left hand with her right, her head bent, staring down at the ring, her face awash with feminine delight.
Douglas placed the receiver into the cradle and immediately picked it up again, dialling two numbers this time. He watched Webster turn and leave without another word and Douglas completely dismissed the other man from his mind.
When Sam picked up the phone he said simply, “Send out the press release.”
Julia’s head snapped up and she stared at him as Sam whooped in his ear, “Hurrah!”
“What press release?” Julia asked.
“Does this mean I might get a holiday in this decade?” Sam asked cheekily.
“What press release?” Julia repeated.
“Possibly,” Douglas answered Sam and then put down the phone.
“What press release?” Julia’s lips had puckered and she was regarding him out of the corners of her eyes.
“The one that’s announcing our engagement and subsequent wedding in March at Wells Cathedral.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re joking,” she breathed.
“You’re not backing out on me again,” Douglas retorted.
Julia gasped.
“How long have you had this planned?” she demanded then stopped and blinked. “Wells Cathedral? Tammy and Gav were married there.”
“All the Ashtons are married there,” Douglas explained, moving her around to face him and sliding his other hand across her waist.
He was about to kiss the partially-stunned, partially-mutinous, partially-amused look off her face when there was a sound at the door. They both swung toward it but Douglas didn’t let her go.
He might, he thought, never let her go.
It was Mrs. Kilpatrick. “What’s happening? I had to run up to the cottage because Ruby had gotten into a muddle. When I came back to see if you wanted the first course, no one was there.”
“Is Ruby all right?” Julia asked, her face turning worried.
“Fine, something about… doesn’t matter. Kid stuff,” Mrs. Kilpatrick looked from one to the other. “Do you want the first course?”
Douglas opened his mouth to tell her they would be eating later, much later, but Julia spoke before him.
“We’re getting married,” she announced and Douglas could have sworn he heard pride in her voice. His fiancée extended her hand the way any woman shows off her engagement ring and Mrs. K gasped then clapped with unrestrained excitement.
“Congratulations!” she gushed as she dashed forward and, to Douglas’s stunned surprise, she hugged them both. Even though he hadn’t let go of Julia, Mrs. Kilpatrick’s arms extended around both of their bodies and she laid a big, loud kiss on Julia’s cheek and then turned shyly to brush her lips against Douglas’s cheek as well. “It’s about time we had some good news in this house!” She paused as she disengaged. “Do you want the first course?”
“Yes please,” Julia said at the same time Douglas said, “Later.”
Mrs. Kilpatrick chuckled, shook her head and walked away, pausing at the door to look back at them, her face filled with a happiness Douglas had never witnessed from her before.
When she disappeared, Douglas didn’t know which one of them she would obey.
Julia turned toward him again, resting her hands lightly on his chest.
Douglas tilted his chin down to look at her and asked, “What did you have planned for tonight?”
She was fiddling with the lapels of his jacket and he was thinking he quite liked standing there with Julia in his arms idly touching him like she did it every day.
“Well, I was going to cook dinner for you then Mrs. K took over. And then I was going to tell you I wanted to marry you, which I’ve already done.” Her eyes lifted to his and they were dark, nearly jade, and intense and he felt immediately robbed of breath at the depth of feeling in them. “And then I was going to seduce you.”
He should have taken that golden opportunity to kiss her but instead he threw his head back and roared with laughter.
The thought of her seducing him was just too much. Any seduction she had planned would take a nanosecond to succeed.
“Am I interrupting something?” It was Nick at the door to the study and Douglas kept his head tilted back but instead of amusement, he now looked toward the ceiling in frustration.
Who was next? Carter? Ronnie? The children? Would Charlie and Oliver stop by for an impromptu visit from London?
“All right, Jules?” Nick walked in, completely unfazed by the tender scene he should have noticed unfolding in front of him and completely ignoring the meaningful glare Douglas levelled at him.
“All right, Nick,” Julia answered, and snuggled, actually snuggled into Douglas’s body.