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Chapter Twelve
She was sound asleep in his arms when he woke up the next morning and he didn't dare to move not to disturb her peace. They'd spent a wonderful, relaxing day and he'd enjoyed every minute of it. And he'd appreciated Diane's apology too, even though he'd already forgiven her. She had caused him heartache in the past, but whenever they had been together all he had seen in her eyes was love. It might have taken her years to realize that she didn't want to be away from him, but it wasn't too late yet, they could still make a life together, in fact they'd already started.
Some melody distracted his thoughts and he heard that it was coming from Diane's purse, her cell phone. He tried to crawl out of bed to silence it, but by the time he reached the chair it was over and Diane was already awake.
"What was that?" asked a very sleepy voice.
"Your phone, go back to sleep," he whispered as he lay back next to her and placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.
"I need to check who it was," she said without moving an inch.
"No, you don't, it can wait," he started stroking her back gently to help her relax, but she soon turned around.
"Good morning," she said smiling and kissed him gently, "Did my phone wake you up too?"
"No, I was awake already. But it's barely past 8 am in Chicago, what could be so important?"
"You can never know with clients. I should have muted the damn thing, but I completely forgot about it yesterday."
"I don't blame you, it was quite a day, huh?"
"Yes, I'm so happy we decided to come, I almost regret that we cannot stay longer."
"Well whose fault is that?" he asked teasingly, with a slight chuckle.
"I know it's mine, so today you are allowed to get back at me. What's the plan cowboy?"
"Well, I was thinking we could go sailing," he started cautiously and he was apparently right to be so.
"Sailing?" her voice was insecure and it was written all over her face that she wasn't found of the suggestion.
"You don't like the idea?"
"Mmm…not really, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I won't force you to do anything you don't feel like doing," even though she'd been the one encouraging him to get back at her, he obviously wanted the honeymoon to be fun for both of them.
"Thank you. What happened to fishing though, that would be perfect for you."
"Are you serious? I thought that's out of the question."
"Why? Because I overreacted last night? If you want to go fishing, it's fine by me. I owe you this anyway."
"You don't owe me anything," he smiled, shaking his head mildly in disbelief.
"I disagree, I owe you so much," he heard the honesty in her voice and even though he didn't agree, he decided to use this opportunity to mention the first item on his wish list, which was obviously not fishing.
"You think so? Then you might as well start paying me back right now."
"What do you have on mind?" she asked with a half smile indicating she wasn't in the dark about his intentions.
"I'm sure you know that," he looked at her with a grin, waiting for her to make the first move.
"Let me take care of something first," she got out of bed, grabbed her purse and he saw her touch the screen of her phone and put it back where it came from right away.
He smiled as she walked back to him and welcomed her lips on his with burning desire.
o-o-o
It was dark already when they were driving back to their hotel. They'd spent the day at the Pier, fishing, swimming, lying in the sun, walking around and they'd only left after sunset. Diane was sitting next to him in the passenger seat, chatting about her first fishing experience and he couldn't have been more content with their day. But suddenly a memory flashed back in his mind and tried to occupy it completely, making it harder for him to concentrate on her words or on driving, which lead to him stopping the car on the side of the road.
"Is there something wrong?" she looked confused, even more so when he unbuckled his seatbelt first then hers as well.
"On our way here two days ago you did something you shouldn't have and now it's payback time," he said, touching her knee with one palm and moving it slowly along her thigh.
"What did I do?" she asked with an innocent look that she mastered so well, she'd had decades of practice after all.
He moved close to her ear to be able to whisper in it, while his hand kept exploring her skin.
"You shouldn't have taken your stockings off in the car, with me sitting next to you, knowing I'm too much of a gentleman to do something as dirty as jumping you in the car on our way to celebrate our wedding night."
The giggle that escaped her lips was music to his ears and he moved his head to look into her eyes.
"You certainly don't feel like you need to be a gentleman all the time, right?" she asked, probably challenging him more with her eyes than her voice itself.
His reply was a hungry kiss, fueled by the memory of the other day and all the time they'd spent together earlier when he had been unable to act up on his desire. And he couldn't have been more grateful that Diane Lockhart wasn't always a lady either.
