They hadn’t exchanged a single word since driving away from Bon Temps because there was no need to say anything. All they’d said or done before had led up to this moment when biblically they would become one with each other. She opened her eyes and pressed her mouth to his warm brown throat. “Do you know what tonight is?” “Yes. It’s our wedding night.” “No, Shiloh. It’s more than our wedding night.” Shiloh walked into their bedroom and placed her on the bed, his body following hers down. The light from a lamp on a table in the sitting room cast a warm glow throughout the expansive space. Supporting his greater weight on his forearms, he buried his face against the column of her neck. He pondered her cryptic statement, but came up blank. “What is it?” “I met you for the first time three months ago tonight.” He raised his head, his gaze searching her shadowy face. “It’s only been three months?” Gwen nodded. “Amazing, isn’t it?” Shiloh recalled the night he’d gotten the call that a woman who “talked funny”
