Rose asked as they pulled up to the house. “I was getting worried.” “We had business to take care of,” Langley replied, clutching his sack and disappearing quickly inside. “What kind of business?” Rose asked Marston, but he just shrugged and removed his saddlebags from the cart. “Man business,” he said, pressing a tender kiss to her brow as he stepped onto the porch. “You were supposed to be resting.” “I have been,” Rose promised. Marston let his gaze roam across her body. She had showered and her red hair showed evidence of that as it hung in damn curls down her back. She was wearing the blue checked dress with a lower neckline that gave him a good view of that mole on her collarbone. It was his favorite dress. “You look beautiful,” he whispered. She flushed red. “Did I look that terrible before?” Marston laughed. “I’m not gonna dignify that question with an answer.” Rose wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her body into his chest to hide her blush from him.
