章節 158: Chapter 158: The Magic of Mont Saint-Michel

Bella drew the blanket around herself to brace against the frigid air as she stood watching the moonlight play on the water surrounding Mont Saint-Michel.  It was after two in the morning on their last night in France and the lure of the magnificent view from their balcony had been too irresistible to ignore.  She smiled as she thought of Luke, snoring lightly as she’d gotten out of bed, too restless to linger.  Luke.  Cowboy.  Her husband.   Her Sir.  How can you get it so right in such a short amount of time? she wondered.  One thing she knew for certain.  She was happy.  Not just a general pleasant sense of well-being, but deeply, profoundly content.  She belonged to him.  She had since they’d met, if she was honest about it.  She’d never known more of a sense of peace.