Lucky Stars (Ghosts and Reincarnation #5)(144)
Author: Kristen Ashley

He smelled her perfume, his gut lurched and his heart squeezed.

Then he replied, “I need you.”

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Belle

Loved Up in Holy Matrimony.

Europe lost its most eligible bachelor this week when James Bennett married Belle Abbot now Bennett, The Tiny Dynamo.

The ceremony was small, family and close friends only. Surprisingly, no details were leaked but eye witnesses outside noted that Miles Bennett, James’s brother and once a competitor for his now wife’s affections was seen entering and exiting the Registry Office and on his arm was the stunning, recently divorced socialite Yasmin Delacourt who was wearing a very attractive but very large hat.

Photographers were able to catch this photo of the pair exiting the Registry Office this past Saturday after the short ceremony was complete.

Although the couple is known to be on their honeymoon, details of where that is are also unknown. Spokespeople at Bennett’s conglomerate have shared only that the couple will be away for some time, this on the heels of their disappearance of the month prior to their wedding.

Calvin Cole, Belle Bennett’s estranged ex-husband, was unattainable for comment and it is thought he’s left the country.

Lila Cavendish, renowned artist and the new Mrs. Bennett’s grandmother, was at the ceremony and will be unveiling her highly anticipated Cornwall series next month in a small gallery in St. Ives.

When asked if the couple will settle in London or Cornwall, Mr. Bennett’s spokespeople simply but confusingly answered, “But of course.”

Clearly, evidence is suggesting intriguing, handsome James Bennett and his beautiful, mysterious new wife intend to keep going as they have throughout their stormy courtship, quiet and private.

Belle’s eyes drifted from the article to the photo they were able to get. It was mostly of her Mom and Dad’s back, Dad’s head turned, his profile laughing. But through them you could see Belle, her hair pulled up in a soft, feminine up-do threaded with strings of tiny pearls, her head tipped back, a big smile on her face and that smile was aimed at Jack.

Jack’s handsome head was tipped down, his grin aimed at Belle.

She remembered that moment.

It was the best in her life.

And since then, they kept getting better.

And because of this, every day, several times a day, Belle Bennett thanked her lucky stars.

Suddenly, the magazine was pulled from her hand and tossed to the floor. Then she was pulled from the bed and found herself back in it, but atop Jack’s body.

“Stop reading that rubbish,” he muttered, lifting a hand to smooth the hair back at one side of her head.

“There was a good picture of you,” she protested.

“Really?” he asked.

“Jack, every picture of you is a good picture,” she told him and watched him grin.

Then she took in a breath.

Then, too casually, she wondered aloud, “I wonder if our child will be photogenic.”

Jack’s arms got tight around her and his grin faded from his face but his eyes grew intense on hers.

Then he whispered, “Pardon?”

“You know, when we were away the first time, how we decided –?”

Jack cut her off and asked in a low, rumbly voice, “Belle, are you carrying my child?”

Belle answered immediately and she did it in a soft, breathy voice, “Yes.”

Half a second later, she found herself on her back, her husband on top of her.

Beside the bed, Baron and Gretl settled in on a jingle of dog tags.

And out the window, winter rain fell soft on Cornwall.