“I love you, Barbara. I want to stay on the line with you and talk until we are finally inside the church.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Barbara said.
Ambrose chuckled. “It does. But Robin is giving off some major gloom steam. I need to figure out what his problem is.”
“Gloom steam? Sounds serious.”
“Oh, it can be, depending on the circumstances.”
“Oh, dear. Then, I’d better let you go.”
Love and desire rushed through him. “Barbara. We’re getting closer to the end of all of this waiting and to our marriage’s beginning.”
“I know. Are you nervous?”
“In all honesty? Yes. I’ve been wanting this for so long. Wanting it and looking forward to it and now? Here we are, driving to the church. Barbara. Oh, Barbara. I hope I don’t mess up. I hope I don’t ruin everything for you, for us, for—-”
“Shh. It’s okay. I trust you. I trust your love. You aren’t going to ruin everything.”
He huffed out a breath. “Implying I’m going to ruin something.”
“Implying nothing. You aren’t going to ruin anything. You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
“I just want you to be happy. I don’t want to be your deepest regret in life.”
“My deepest regret in life would be me not marrying you. I just know someone else would come along and sweep you off your feet. I wouldn’t want to go out at night, because I’d see you walking with her and flirting with her in that wonderful way you do with me. I would hate that.”
“And I would hate seeing you in someone else’s arms.” He stroked the side of his phone with his thumb. “To see him touching your face, your hair, your skin…and to know that should be me. I don’t know what I would do.”
“I have a bad feeling I would become a stalker.”
He laughed at that. “You really are a naughty girl.”
She giggled. “As I always say, you’re a bad influence.”
“So, I am. Barbara, if you were in this car with me right now, I wouldn’t be on my best behavior. The way I feel right now…”
“I know.” she said softly.
“Do you feel it too?”
“Yes. Oh, Ambrose! I can’t wait to be in your arms again. I’ve missed it so much.”
He exhaled a soft breath.
“You don’t know what it’s like to be touched by someone like you.”
“What? A vampire?”
“No. Just you. Just you, my Ambrose.”
He closed his eyes and reveled in the softness of her voice. The intimacy of hearing it so close to his ear.
Robin punched Ambrose’s upper arm.
Ambrose opened his eyes and glared at him.
“If you’re gonna have an erotic moment—”
“—please don’t go doin it right next to me. That just ain’t decent.”
“What the heck?” Ambrose lowered his phone. “What the serious heck?”
“Oh, don’t you go heckin’ at me. You didn’t see the look on your face. You were gettin’ all horny. I could tell.”
Ambrose stared at him, aghast.
“And don’t go makin’ that face at me. You look like Raven gettin’ all freaked out about somethin’ dumb.” He turned back to his window.
Ambrose slowly raised the phone back to his face.
“Ambrose? What was that all about?”
He took a breath to explain, but thought better of it. “I’ll tell you later.” He smiled. “Much later.”
“Ohhh! And you call me naughty. For shame, Ambrose.”
He laughed. “I’m not sure what you’re imagining, but don’t worry, love. I won’t ask.”
“Thank you for not asking.”
“You are blushing though, aren’t you?”
He grinned. “I love you. I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you again.”