“You have no decisions to make,” he said. “You will marry me and I have no intention of hiding my wife away and letting nobody see her!”
His lips twisted a little cynically as he went on,
“We will save your sister’s face and doubtless her marriage by making our story very plausible and, my darling, I shall be very proud of being married to the most beautiful Goddess who ever came down from Mount Olympus!”
He drew her a little closer as he added,
“We will live the life of the Gods which is, as we both know, the perfection that all men seek, but few are fortunate enough to find.”
As if he wanted to make sure for himself that she was real and he was not dreaming, he kissed her possessively, passionately and in a way that was different from the way he had kissed her before.
Then when the
