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The day after Tony’s revelation, as their lunch was about to conclude, Claire asked Francis a question, “I remember you telling me you’re ordained. Does that mean you can legally marry two people?”
Claire ignored Tony’s wide-eyed micro expression as Francis answered, “Oui, Madame el, here in this island nation I am, as you say—licensed.”
She clarified, “What does that mean in the United States? Would we still be married?”
“Oui, after you file for your license.”
Tony couldn’t remain silent any longer. “Claire, my offer still stands, but you had things you wanted to discuss, so perhaps we should...”
Claire reached into the pocket of the lace cover up. Her fingers found an offering that only he would recognize. She gathered it into her fist, and extended her closed fist to Tony. “I have something for you.”
His eyebrows knit together in question as he trepidatiously opened his hand. Although there were very few secrets on a private island, as Claire released the offering with one hand, she closed his fingers around it with her other. In a low voice and with a smile that radiated to her emerald green eyes, she whispered, “I trust you.”
Tony nonchalantly glanced into his hand. Claire wasn’t the only one to see the spark in his dark chocolate eyes.
“Monsieur, this is your wish?” Madeline’s question pulled Tony’s gaze away from Claire’s.
“Oui, Madeline—it is my wish. I wanted to be sure it was Claire’s.”
Straightening her neck, Claire said, “Well, just so we’re all clear—I’m not the one who filed for divorce.” Tony momentarily bowed his head. What could he say? Before he returned his gaze to Claire, she worried that she’d said something she shouldn’t.
Her concern melted with his upturned lips and evaporated into nothingness with his words. “I admit it wasn’t the first mistake I’ve ever made; however, it is the one I regret the most.”
“Tonight?” Madeline asked as her volume increased. “May we have the wedding tonight?”
Claire giggled. “Tonight is very fast. I don’t have a dress—”
Madeline interjected, “Madame el, a wedding isn’t about a dress. A wedding is about the unification of two souls”—she paused—“In your case—the reunification.”
Tony corrected, “Reconciliation.”
Claire reached for his hand. “I believe that began a while ago—at a gala—in a faraway land.”
“I believe it happened before that,” Tony said. “Perhaps in a dream?”
Claire couldn’t help but smile. She knew from experience it radiated to her green eyes.
It was Francis who brought the two of them back from their personal memories. “I’ll go into town right away. Your marriage will be legal here, once you sign. As for legalizing it in the U.S., I’ll help you.”
It was enough for Claire. She scooted her chair by Tony’s and laid her head against his shoulder. Soon after, they were alone as Madeline and Francis had much to accomplish to fulfill Claire’s request. It was then that Tony handed Claire back her sleeping mask and asked, “What happened? Why are you suddenly in a rush?”
“Are you complaining?”
He placed his hand on her leg. “No—concerned.”
Claire lifted her eyebrows. Tony sighed and took her hand. “Come with me.”
She didn’t question; instead, she willingly followed Tony out to a lounge chair in a shady, yet breezy part of the lanai. “First,” he said, “you need to put your feet up. Second, we need to talk.”
Claire obediently sat, laying her legs out in front of her. When Tony perched himself on the edge of her chair, Claire reached forward, framed his face with her petite hands, and brought his lips to hers. So many things can be said through a kiss. Some people kiss hello or goodbye. A kiss can be happy, sad, passionate, or regretful. The emotion Claire tried to convey was forgiveness. When their lips parted and their eyes met, Claire replied, “I love you. There are probably millions of reasons why I shouldn’t—but I do. I’ve been without you”—she blushed—“since my dream, and I don’t like it. I’ve felt every possible emotion while with you. You asked me to be Mrs. Rawlings—again—you said our child isn’t a Nichols or a Rawls—but a Rawlings”—she straightened her neck and squared her shoulders—“I want that.”
“I want that too.” Taking her hands in his, Tony continued, “However, you need to know what you’re signing.”
“What I’m signing?”
He smirked. “Do you think Madeline has any paper napkins?”
“I doubt it—is cloth more legally binding?”
He quickly kissed her lips. “There it is again.”
“Oh, you love it!”
“I do. I love your smart mouth, and more importantly, I love you. Just think about how upset you were last night. My dear, our discussion is an iceberg. That was only the tip.”
“Don’t you understand why I handed you my sleep mask?”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Because you wanted to have kinky-sex.”
Claire shook her head, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. “No, last night you asked me if I trusted you. Again, there are probably millions of reasons to say no—”
Tony sat straighter as his tone deepened. “I believe there are reasons, but my dear, I’d appreciate it if you discontinue the use of the modifier—one million. You have misjudged the size of the iceberg.”
“Actually, I don’t recall using the modifier—one.”
His finger traced her lips as they formed a smug smile. “So many better uses of that beautiful mouth than to continually spurt out smart comments.”
“Tony, last night I felt like too much was riding on our conversation.” When he started to speak, she touched his lips so that he wouldn’t interrupt. “What you tell me—and I do need to know—won’t change the fact I want my family together. I want to be your wife again”—Claire felt the tears begin to build—“I want it more than I wanted it in December of 2010.”
Tony gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “In 2010, I didn’t realize what a truly amazing wife I was getting. I never appreciated her for who she truly was.” He lifted Claire’s left hand and touched his lips to it. “This time—I know that I’m the luckiest man in the world. That’s why I want you to enter this marriage with your eyes open.”
“Tony, will you do anything for me?”
“Anything within my power.”
“Today, for lunch, I had water to drink, but I really wanted iced tea. Can you get me iced tea for today’s lunch?”
He looked at her quizzically. “For today’s lunch? No, but I can get you some tea now, if you’d like.”
“Why can’t you get it for me for today’s lunch?”
“Claire, you aren’t making any sense, lunch is over...” A smile of recognition came to his face. Claire saw it in the depth of his deep brown eyes.
“Yes—yes it is,” she said. “All you can do is try to fulfill my desires for the future. We can’t change the past, and even if we could, I’m not sure it should be changed—it brought us here now. I’m confident that I won’t like all the answers I get from you. That doesn’t change that I want them and deserve them, but to say that our entire future is riding on them—was too much pressure. That’s why I was so upset last night. It freaked me out so much that you’d been watching me for so long that I missed the part about you saying that I’ve had possession of your heart since before I knew you.”
“You have, and as a man of my word, when you’re ready to know the answers to your questions—I’ll be honest with you. Most importantly, you and our child will always be my number one concern. You’ve changed me in ways I didn’t know I could be changed. Your happiness and well-being are my top priorities. If you’re sure of what you’re getting yourself into, I will spend the rest of my life atoning for my sins against you and against others. I want my name to be something you’re proud to carry.”
Claire couldn’t control the tears any more than she could change the past. From the man with the dark eyes, in the suite, on his estate, to the man with his head resting on their child was undoubtedly a change. Was she responsible, or was it life? After all, she wasn’t the same woman who stood in the blue dress and blue heels trembling in fear. Was that Tony’s doing, or was it life? The man with the eyes devoid of color and emotion wouldn’t have wanted the woman Claire was today, and the woman in the blue dress wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with the man caressing his unborn child. So, to say they changed each other may be incorrect, yet to say they had changed—was an understatement.
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