A Dark Sicilian Secret(66)
She sniffed and laughed, her fragrant bouquet crushed between them. “You can just call me Jill. It’s shorter.”
“Not Alessia?”
Jillian shuddered. “Never Alessia. She’s gone. Dead. But oh, I do like being your Jill. I like it more than anything.”
He smoothed her crisp white veil back from her face and then caressed one of her dark red curls that rested on her bare collarbone. “And I love your green eyes and your red hair and your infamous family history,” he said, before glancing over his shoulder, aware that any moment the doors would open and family and friends would pour out. “I love everything about you.”
Jillian laughed and lifted her lips for him to kiss her, and then kiss her again. “Good,” she murmured against his lips, “because you’ve got me now.”
“Finally.” He gazed down at her, his dark eyes holding hers for an endless moment before he whispered in Sicilian. “T’amu bidduzza.” I love you, beautiful.
Eyes stinging, heart overflowing, she reached up, touched Vitt’s lean bronzed cheek, dazzled by joy. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what?”
“I’ve come home.” Her voice broke, her expression one of wonder. “I’ve finally come home, haven’t I?”
“You have,” he answered, dropping his head to kiss her deeply, even as the chapel doors burst open and their family and friends surged out to celebrate their love.
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First published in Great Britain 2011
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© Jane Porter 2011
ISBN: 978-1-408-92562-1