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"We'll drink to her," Margo agreed. "And we'll be there, whatever
happens."

"So many stars," Laura breathed in the night as she and Peter walked
across the gently sloping lawn. "I can't imagine a more perfect
evening."

"Much more perfect now that I have a moment alone with you."

Flushing, she smiled at him. "I'm sorry. I've been so busy, I've hardly
had a moment to talk with you." Be alone with you.

"You have duties. I understand. A Templeton would never neglect her
guests."

"Not ordinarily, no. But it is my birthday." Her hand felt so warm and
sheltered in his. She wished they could walk forever, down to the
cliffs, so she could share that most intimate place with him. "I should
have some leeway."

"Then let's take advantage of that." He guided her toward the fanciful
white shape of the gazebo.

From there the sounds of the party became muted background, and the
moonlight filtered through the latticelike lace. Scents from the flowers
perfumed the air. It was precisely the setting he'd wanted.

Old-fashioned and romantic, like the woman he intended to have.

Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her. She came so willingly, he
thought. So innocently. That lovely mouth parting for his, those
delicate arms winding around him. It stirred him, this youth combined
with dignity, eagerness flushed with innocence.

He could have her, he knew. He had the skill and the experience. But he
was a man who prided himself on control, and he drew her gently back. He
wouldn't soil the perfection, or rush into the physical. He wanted his
wife untouched, even by himself.

"I haven't told you enough how lovely you look tonight."

"Thank you." She treasured those warm, liquid pulls of anticipation. "I
wanted to. For you."

He smiled and held her tenderly, letting her head rest against his
heart. She was so perfect for him, he thought.

Young, lovely, well bred. Malleable. Through the slats he spotted Margo,
flashy in her clinging red dress, laughing bawdily at some joke.