They heard applause. They both jerked around to see Emma running away from the cliffs, her leprechaun kite high in the air. She was letting out the string perfectly, just as Molly had taught her. She was laughing, the wind whipping her hair, just as the crimson shadow of the sun floated above the water before disappearing.
He looked at Molly then back at Emma. The look on his face was tender, filled with quiet joy. He said, not looking back at her, “We’re both smart. We can work out any problems. Let’s do it.”
“Could you kiss me again, Ramsey?”
“My pleasure.” He kissed her a bit longer this time, but he didn’t let it get out of hand. He tasted her, nibbled on her bottom lip, wished she’d open her mouth, just a little bit. On the other hand, it probably wouldn’t be smart to have his tongue in her mouth here on the Cliffs of Moher with Emma flying a leprechaun kite not thirty feet away. He pulled back. He wanted her a whole lot, maybe more than he’d ever wanted any woman before. The fact was, he really couldn’t remember now what he’d felt like when he’d been with Susan. She was in the past, a past that held dear memories, a past that was becoming more blurred each day that passed with Molly and Emma. He’d found a new focus, new feelings that were sometimes overwhelming they were so rich and powerful. He kissed her again, lightly, just a recognition kiss, and it was there, this knowing of each other. He smiled at her and said nothing, wondering what she was thinking.
Molly knew why he wanted to marry her, knew it, and accepted it. He wanted Emma. To get her, he had to make Mom part of the deal. She licked her bottom lip where he’d nipped her, saying, “You just want to keep feeling like a sex god.”
He loved the humor in her, coming so seldom because life was so excessively grim. It made it all the more precious. He could look forward to her laughter for the rest of his life, he hoped, if she married him. “How’d you know?”
She looked at him a long time, studying his face, again as if she were setting her camera shot. She cocked her head to one side. “Sex is part of things. I know you like my hair, you even like my eyes. But I’m skinny, you know that. Will you mind having sex with me?”
He said, never looking away from those very nice eyes of hers, “I know it’s expected, so I’ll try.”
She wanted to run her hand up his thigh but instead, she just laughed, then almost immediately sobered. “What about Emma?”
“I guess at first we’ll have to sneak around, that, or abstain for the time being. I spoke to Dr. Loo about Emma needing to sleep in the same room with either or both of us, that or in the same bed, and she said not to worry. She said of course it wasn’t a good idea to have kids sleeping with their parents as a regular thing, but this was different. She said Emma would probably be the one to break away when she was ready. So, Molly, will you marry me?”
Molly got to her feet, dusting off her bottom with her hands. “It looks like the family is about ready to leave. Let’s go get Emma and tell her she’s going to have a new daddy.” She started walking away, then said over her shoulder, a big grin on her face, “Yeah, I’ll put you out of your misery, Judge Hunt.”
“Say it,” he called after her, raising his deep voice loud enough for several people to hear him and turn to look at Molly. “I want to hear you say the words.”
She knew people were staring and listening and she laughed, shaking her head. She called out, “I’ll marry you. It would be my pleasure to marry you.”
There was some applause and a couple of groans from some men, who got punched by their wives.
“That sounds wonderful,” he said, walking to stand beside her. “It sounds more than wonderful. We’ll be a family for real now. Yes, I quite like that.” He looked over at Emma and her new friends. “I think that man is going to give Emma the leprechaun kite. Let’s go thank them for watching her.” He stopped then, turned, and brought her against him. “Did I ever tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known? That you’ve even gotten more beautiful each added day I know you?”