Glimmering crystal lights hung from the ceiling of a white tent and more white fabric draped in wispy tendrils from the roof before being clipped back up and lowered again to the floor along the tents walls. Everything glimmered gold and beige. It was stunning and I wouldn't change it for a thing. We'd done our circles around the guests and we were now free to enjoy our evening. I was blissfully happy. "Share your thoughts, Mrs. Rush." Jace's tone was commanding as ever. I knew it was something that would never change and I didn't want it to. I loved his ever-constant air of authority. "I'm thinking I can't wait to be a mother to your child and the wife of your dreams - and that I am really hot." The last part was an afterthought. The October night was chilly but beneath the tent was warm. Jace grinned. "You're already a mother to my child and the most amazing wife a man could ask for." He winked. "And you are most definitely hot." "Why thank you," I fluttered my lashes at him. "But I'm actually overheating.
