Cranberry Point (Cedar Cove #4)(6)

Twelve years after that, when she'd met Jon, she'd still been frightened of falling in love again. In the beginning, she'd spurned him, insulted him and did everything she could think of to keep him out of her life. She felt mortified now when she thought back on everything she'd said and done.

Jon got two glasses from the cupboard and set them on the counter. "You're not getting any bargain in the husband department, you know?"

The anger that flared in her was too hot to be denied. "If you ever say that to me again, I swear I'll.. .I'll make you suffer."

A smile briefly softened Jon's sharp features. He wasn't a handsome man. He was tall and long-limbed with dark hair and intense brown eyes. And he was quite possibly the most talented photographer she'd ever encountered. His work hung in one of the best Seattle galleries and his name was fast gaining recognition.

"You know everything now," he said and lowered his head, avoiding eye contact.

"You know everything about me, too," she reminded him.

They both had their secrets, painful bits and pieces from their pasts. Now they had each other and, for the first time since her divorce, Maryellen felt she could heal the unresolved griefs of that marriage. She knew it was their pasts that had kept them apart. Despite everything, they'd been drawn toward each other from the very beginning, but the secrets they'd so desperately wanted to hide had almost torn them apart.

"You're not the one with a prison record," Jon muttered.

Clasping his hand, Maryellen raised it to her lips. "I consider it one of my life's greatest blessings that I'll be your wife. Until I met you I was in prison, too—a prison of my own making." That might sound melodramatic, but she meant every word.

His smile was enough to brighten the kitchen, and she slipped her arms around his waist and buried her face against him. "The truth is, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

His arms tightened around her as she felt a sigh rumble through his chest. "It's a little silly, don't you think, you living here until after the wedding?"

"Perhaps, but I prefer to wait." Maryellen had made too many mistakes, and with this marriage, she wanted to do everything right. When she came to him on their wedding night, she wanted it to be special.

"We have a child together, so it's not as if..." His voice trailed off.

She tilted her head to look up at him, unsure how to say what was in her heart. "Do you mind terribly much?"

"I mind like hell, but I can wait if it means that much to you."

She nodded and then kissed his jaw to let him know she appreciated his patience. Jon tangled his fingers in her dark hair as he pressed his mouth to hers. She tasted his passion and his desire, and her resolve weakened. This was all so new and exciting. Their physical need for each other had always been explosive, their hunger undeniable.

Suddenly Katie let out a wail from the back bedroom. Jon sighed and broke off the kiss.

By the time Maryellen reached Katie's room, her daughter was standing up in her crib, both arms raised to her mother. Maryellen lifted her out, and after changing Katie's diaper, carried her into the kitchen and placed her in the high chair. Her afternoon snack of juice and an arrowroot cracker was already waiting for her.

Awake now and in a good mood, Katie grabbed her juice cup and eagerly brought it to her mouth. She took a noisy slurp, then banged the cup against the plastic tray.

"Every time I look at her, I feel a sense of wonder," Jon said and squatted down so he was eye-level with his daughter. "You're daddy's little girl, aren't you?"

Katie rewarded him with a broad four-tooth grin.

Jon automatically retrieved his camera from the counter and started snapping pictures.

"Jon." Maryellen laughed, unable to stop herself. He was so predictable. When she'd first begun working with him at the HarborStreetArtGallery, he'd asked her out a dozen times. Maryellen had refused all his invitations. She hadn't wanted a man in her life. Later she'd succumbed—and soon afterward she'd discovered to her shock that she was pregnant. She'd made every effort to keep Jon out of her child's life. And hers...

Like a lot of other women, she'd chosen to be a single mother. Not until Katie was born had she come to realize how much her daughter needed a father and how much she herself wanted and needed Jon's help in rearing their child. Then it seemed too late. While Jon obviously loved their daughter, he wanted little or nothing to do with her.

When he'd finished taking photographs of Katie, Jon focused the camera on her. Before Maryellen could react he'd snapped several pictures. When he'd first turned his camera on her, early in their relationship, she'd felt both self-conscious and flattered; now she simply trusted him, never protesting when he aimed his Nikon at her, no matter how unexpected the moment might be. In many ways Jon was most comfortable behind the camera's lens. It was through photography that he revealed his personality and emotions.

"I want you and Katie with me as soon as possible," he said when he'd rewound the film and removed the cartridge.

"It won't be long. Two weeks."

He looked as if he wanted to argue, but seemed to change his mind. "We've waited this long, I don't suppose another two weeks will kill me."

"The anticipation is half the pleasure."