An excerpt from Marriage by Design;
"Will this thing between us cause you problems with your superiors?" she asked softly as she walked at his side.
"This thing, Coady?"
"You know."
He nodded his head, smiling down at her briefly. "I do know. Do you?"
When she did not respond right away, he prompted her. "Is it so difficult to say?"
"It is, you know. Perhaps because I do not know if I truly believe it."
"Believe, lass," he said low. "This thing is known as love."
Coady blushed to the roots of her hair, even as she nodded with apparent casualness to an acquaintance passing by. This love was something with which she would have to become accustomed. It was still so new, yet it was wonderful. But it occurred to her that one, or both of them could be hurt. "I think perhaps our timing is very bad, policeman."
He looked down at her again, stopping to face her. "How so?"
"I know you said I would not be going anywhere, Stone, but there is only so much you can do. I have done wrong and now I must pay."
He grinned, pressed her palm against his arm and continued walking. "Oh, you will pay, lass."
"Then I will be deported," she said miserably.
Again, Stone shook his head.
Now she stopped walking, pulling her hand from his arm. "You are driving me mad, Stone MacGregor. If I am not to be forced to leave, then what is my punishment?"
He grinned looking very much like a drunken man. And he was drunk...positively inebriated...intoxicated by love. "You will marry me," he said baldly.
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