She laughed and tossed her head, black curls falling down her back and green eyes brilliant with the half-wild spirit he loved. “They don’t trust you,” she confirmed merrily. “They say the son of an earl would never wed a Gypsy girl.” “They’re wrong,” he said huskily, pulling her down beside him on a bed of green moss. “You’re mine, Tina. You’ll always be mine.” She laughed again softly, exultant because he would always be hers…. Alex came awake with a start, her heart pounding erratically. Sleeping in the middle of the day? But she never napped and—Lord!—what dreams! “You were smiling in your sleep,” Noah said softly. “What were you dreaming about?” She sat up on the lounge and self-consciously tugged the slipping neckline of her peasant blouse up over a bare shoulder. “Oh, nothing important,” she said evasively. They had grilled hamburgers outside and then hidden Cal in one of the empty lofts before the painters returned from their own lunch.
