Gavin smiled. “Quite. I could do with a walk to stretch my legs. City living has made me soft.”
Alone, Kate rose up on her toes and brushed a kiss over her husband’s swollen lips. Dropping back down, she said, “I meant what I said, Patrick. I’ll never let you go again. Like it or not, you can count on being
leg-shackled
to me for the next fifty-odd years at the very least.”
Smiling through his bruises, Rourke used his good arm to pull his wife’s slender body flush with his. “It’s counting on it I am, Katie girl. In fact, you might say I’m staking my life on it.”
ourke’s
New
Rules
Rule Number One: watch, listen, and wait. Sooner or later you and the lady of your dreams are bound to cross paths, so mind you keep a sharp eye out and a canny ear cocked.
Rule Number Two: when your paths do cross, don’t hesitate. Woo her, win her, but under no circumstances try to tame her (especially not with a bloody play).
Rule Number Three: once she’s yours, take her hand, love her with your whole heart
—
and never let her go.
Never let her go.