A Woman's Place: A Novel (43 page)

Softly, I began to sing. It was another love song. I had sung more than my share of late.

He put his head down, cheek to my thigh. His pleasure was as warm as the breath on my skin. I stroked his hair. A sweet peace filled me as I hummed the rest of the song. Life didn't get much better than this. Still softly but exuberant now, I shifted songs. This one was about wedding bells, chapels, and champagne, which was where we were headed. Brody lifted his head and grinned. I was trying to figure out the devil in that grin, when he let out with a song of his own. It had to do with honeymoons and was slightly obscene.

Laughing, I wrapped myself over him to smother the sound. He might never carry a tune or be able to clap to a beat, but, Lord, I did love him. Page 228