"I still don't like that damned Vance! He's just the kind of snake who'd figure out a way to get revenge. Something hideous—"
Elaine laid her hand gently across her fiance's mouth.
"You're acting jealous, Mark, and there's no need to," she said softly. "You won. Remember? I'm marrying you tomorrow!"
Mark's hands stole around her slim, supple waist and drew her to him. Her thinly-clad body was warm and fragrant in his arms.
"I guess I keep forgetting," he said huskily. "Part of me still can't quite seem to believe it's true. That we're going to be together always."
The girl's ripe lips curved in a little smile. Slender fingers caressed her sweetheart's tanned cheek.
"You can believe it now, Mark," she whispered. "I'm yours. All yours. Forever."
And then, ever so gently, she drew his head down. Their lips met. Clung with young love's ardor.
At last Mark straightened. He drew a deep breath.
"You'd better go to bed now, dear," he advised. "Tomorrow's going to be a hard day."