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should know,” I said softly.
    He shrugged. He wasn’t as bitter as Alex. Instead he was resigned. “My father came from a different time. Things were very black and white in his world.”
    “Are they not in yours?”
    His eyes met mine. “Not anymore.”
    I looked away, but he kept talking.
    “I never understood how my father could have married my mother. They were so vastly different. He was cold and calculating, she was warm and intuitive. He was business-minded and logical, she was endlessly creative and highly emotional. He was a hard core realist, while my mother was a dreamer with her beautiful head in the clouds. She lived life on another plane of how it could be, rather than how it was. I’m sure it frustrated Father on a continual basis. But he remained devoted to her until his dying breath. I think she truly completed him somehow. She softened his edges. She made him human, even when he was anything but.” He glanced away. “I was really her only project that failed in that respect. Until you came along, anyway.” His eyes glittered in the candlelight. “She would have loved you.”
    I smiled . “I’m sure I would have loved her, too. Alex said that Jonathan gets a lot of his personality from her.”
    The words were out o f my mouth before I could reconsider them. The mere mention of Alex’s name caused Drew’s jaw to clench. He raised his nearly empty glass and Chantale was quick to refill it.
    “I’m sorry, Drew,” I offered softly. He quickly dismissed any apology.
    “For once Alex speaks the truth,” he murmured. “Jonathan is a lot like his grandmother. And I’ve never been able to figure out if that is his saving grace or his curse.”
    “His saving grace is that he’s his own person. He’s got this big, beautiful heart and robust, eager spirit. He’s the best of all of you combined. That’s what children are. They are perfected creatures of who we could only hope to be.”
    He smiled absently as he stared at my face, contemplating my words. “Then I cannot wait to meet our little miracle and discover the person she is meant to be.”
    I couldn’t help but giggle. “You sound so certain it is going to be a girl.”
    “She would have to be,” he murmured. “To be a perfect Fullerton, she would have to be a female.” He toasted me.
    I fought a losing battle with my eyelids over dessert, so Drew walked me back to our honeymoon suite on the sand. I was a little embarrassed as he tucked me in, and more than a little apprehensive that he would attempt to seduce me once more.
    But he remained fully clothed as he lay on the bed next to me. “Close your eyes,” he commanded softly. I obeyed reluctantly. His fingers danced along my bare arms until goose bumps rose to meet the night air within our netted circle. Before I could ask him what his master plan was, he said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said and you’re right. I have manipulated you because that’s how I get anything in life. I play the game to win. But you’re not a game anymore, Rachel. You are my wife, bound before the law and before God. So I will honor you. If you need time, I will give you time. If you need love,” he murmured as his mouth danced above my skin, “then I will give you love.”
    I opened my eyes and found him staring deep into my face. He bent for a tender kiss, teasing my lips apart with his tongue, until he was kissing me deeply, clutching me to his hard body. I was breathless as he pulled away. “ The door is still open, Rachel. It never closed. The next time you come to me, you do so knowing both what I offer and what I expect. I want a wife, in every sense of the word. I want your love, your devotion, your passion,” he said in gruff, gravelly voice before he kissed me again, stronger, harder and more demanding. He shuddered against me as he pulled away. His eyes were hard and true. “The next time you come to me, make love to me, take me into your body and into your soul, we will