The bathwater was cold by the time they finally got out of it. It didn't matter, though, since they did pretty well keeping each other warm. They bundled up in bathrobes and cleaned up all the water they'd sloshed all over the floor.

"We make a mess together, we clean up together. How's that for a good sign for marriage?" Jonathan joked.

Jennifer kissed his cheek. "We've got a lot of good signs for marriage, darling. This is just one more. It's incredible, actually, how much we have in common. How we fit together."

Jonathan agreed wholeheartedly. They really were perfect for each other. Though, to be fair, all they'd done together so far was go out for dinner and drinks and dancing and then run around London trying to solve a murder and keep from being the next victims before he got her taken in by the police and then proposed to her. Since then, they'd mostly just been shopping and making love in this room. Hardly a lot of opportunity to really know their compatibility to live together. Though the physical side of marriage they were more than prepared for. Jonathan didn't think there was a couple alive whose love life was better than what he and Jennifer had experienced in less than twenty-four hours.

After getting everything cleaned up, Jonathan called down to Max to get them some food. The champagne was chilled and the food was hot.

"Max, would you like to join us? We can all sit in the living room. There's plenty of space," Jennifer said when he brought in the tray.

Jonathan was surprised by her suggestion. Not that her inviting Max was too confusing, since she had told Jonathan already that she wanted to get to know him better, but the fact was that they were wearing nothing but bathrobes. Jennifer didn't seem to be too self-conscious though.

"I don't wanna interrupt, Miss Edwards. You two celebrate your engagement. I'll be around in New York and all, so you'll have plenty of time to get sick of me," Max answered.

Jennifer scoffed, "Nonsense. How can I get sick of you if I hardly know you? Jonathan and I have had all day alone together, and we'll have plenty more time alone together in the future. If you have other plans or if you have your poker game, we won't keep you, but I don't want you to make yourself scarce on my account."

Oh if Jonathan didn't love her already, he'd have fallen for her for that little speech alone. She was really something.

Max did end up staying to eat with them. He poured the champagne into three glasses and passed them out before raising his. "Alright, I wanna make a toast to you two. I sorta figured Mr. H would be a bachelor forever. Take after me and all that."

"You were married once," Jonathan interrupted to remind him.

"Bah, that was a lifetime ago. The war was on, it was a different time. I'm not lookin' to get married again, and I didn't think Mr. H would meet anyone to make him wanna get married either. But I don't think any of us coulda ever imagined you, Miss Edwards. I seen the two of you together these last couple days and it's like you've always been that way. Like you're made for each other. Miss Edwards, you're a real special lady, and I know you and Mr. H are gonna be happy for a long, long time. Congratulations to you both," Max said.

They all clinked their glasses and drank their champagne. Jonathan got a warm feeling in his chest at Max's wonderful words. Max's opinion had been the only one that Jonathan cared about for thirty years. Hearing the way he welcomed Jennifer and praised her and approved of her was everything to him.

Jonathan looked over to Jennifer just in time to see her wipe the corner of her eye. "Thank you, Max," she said softly. And the fact that she seemed to care for Max already meant the world to him, too. Jennifer had told him just this morning that he had a family: Max and her. She was right. The family was right there in front of him, and he loved them both more than anything in the world.

When they'd all eaten their fill, Max took the tray out and bid them goodnight. Jonathan finally took Jennifer back in his arms. "Alone at last."

She chuckled, "Jonathan, we've been with Max for less than two hours. It's not as though you've been deprived of my company."

"I know, but I can't do everything I want to do with you if Max is sitting there. And it was really sweet of you to invite him to eat with us," he added.

"You didn't mind? Since I know you did want to do things with me you can't do when he's in the room," she fired back with a little smirk. "But I know what he means to you, and I do want to get to know him better and for the three of us to be a family."

He leaned in and kissed her softly. "I know. And I love you for that and for everything else about you."

Later that evening, they made love again. This time slow and sensual and with every ounce of intimate feeling they could muster. They fell asleep with Jennifer resting her head on Jonathan's chest, her leg possessively over his, and his arms holding her tight.

Jennifer awoke slowly and gently, gradually coming to the realization that she was not in her apartment in Chelsea. In fact, she wasn't in her own bed at all. And she wasn't alone.

The prior days' events came flooding back to her, and a warm giddiness took root in her belly, threatening to bubble up her throat and erupt from her mouth as laughter. She'd been feeling that way ever since Jonathan proposed.

Jonathan Hart, a man she'd met less than a week ago, had proposed to her with banners unfurling on the Tower Bridge after he'd had her detained by the police. It was absolutely crazy. But it was…it was perfect. It was over the top and crazy, and she'd come to learn that, in a lot of ways, that was Jonathan. He was also kind and warm and caring and romantic and oh the way he kissed her and made love to her was unlike anything she'd ever dreamed. And she was going to marry him.

Her eyes opened and she was immediately met by the loving gaze of her gorgeous fiancé. "My, that's a nice way to wake up," her voice hoarse from sleep.

"What is?" he asked, reaching over to brush her hair off her face.

"Being with you. You're nice to wake up to," she answered.

"You're pretty nice to wake up to yourself," Jonathan replied with a grin. "You're beautiful when you sleep, but you're even more beautiful when you're awake."

"Oh?" she teased, pressing him for more.

"Well, I can't see your eyes when you're asleep. And I can't do this when you're asleep."

"Do what?"

"This." He rolled over on top of her and kissed her deeply before trailing his kisses over her jaw and attaching his lips to her neck.

Jennifer sighed happily. He'd done that a lot yesterday and last night, too. He liked her neck. She liked that he liked her neck.

"You know, you could do that while I'm asleep," she pointed out, her breath starting to come in pants as he ratcheted up her arousal. "That might be an even better way to wake up."

"It's not as much fun if you don't participate," he reasoned, voice muffled against her skin.

Jennifer laughed and, just to prove his point, she reached down under the covers and gave Jonathan's gorgeous ass a squeeze.

He lifted his head after yelping in surprise. He was grinning again. "See? Lots more fun."

Jonathan started kissing her again, and Jennifer responded quite enthusiastically. Until a knock at the door interrupted them. He groaned in frustration and rolled off her. "Just a minute!" Jennifer called, chuckling merrily at her fiancé's despair. She agreed with him, of course, but she wasn't going to make such a show of it.

They both scrambled to get robes to cover themselves, and Jennifer went to open the door. Max entered, rolling in yet another cart of breakfast foods, but this time he also had a bag with him. "Good morning, Mr. H, Miss Edwards. I got breakfast and coffee for ya, and Miss Edwards, I've got some things for you. I know we're leavin' for New York tomorrow so you gotta go back to your place to pack."

Jennifer took the bag from him. "What's this?"

"Some clothes for ya. I know you just have that dress from the other night and that's not really something to wear out and about on a Sunday morning."

She looked inside to find a skirt and a very nice cashmere sweater along with underwear and a bra. Jennifer lifted her head to Max, brow raised in question.

He averted his eyes from her. "I hope the uh…unmentionables are the right size."

"I told Max to pick up some things for you and gave him my best guess on your size," Jonathan said.

"Thank you very much, Max," Jennifer said. "That was very considerate, and I appreciate it. I'm sure this will be fine until I can get home and into my own things."

"Let me know when I should collect the dishes." And with that, Max swiftly left the room.

Jennifer turned to Jonathan. "You guessed my size? Why am I not surprised that you could know my bra size just by looking?"

"I have certainly not just looked," he replied cheekily.

"No, I've got the lovebites to show for it."

She pulled the clothes out of the bag and laid everything out on the bed. It really was all very lovely, and as she checked the sizes, every single one was exactly right.

"My god, is there anything you can't do?" Jennifer lamented.

Jonathan had already started loading up his plate for breakfast. "There's plenty I can't do. But none of that ever comes up in daily life," he said, punctuating the statement by spearing a sausage on his fork.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Well, as much as I would love to spend another day holed up in this room and making love to you every minute, we really should do things today."

"And what do you want to do today?" he asked her.

"Well, like Max said, we're flying to New York tomorrow, so I've gotta get back to my place and pack some things. I'd love for you to come with me, if you don't have other plans. And then tonight, maybe we should go out and have a final night in London together," she suggested.

"That sounds great, darling. Let's eat up and then we can get going. Come try this sausage, it's great."

"You know, they call them bangers here," Jennifer informed them.

"I thought that was us," he replied jokingly.

Jennifer grinned, her nose wrinkling in delight. "Later, darling."