Tomorrow's Promises (Bellingwood Book 7) by Diane Greenwood Muir
Authors: Diane Greenwood Muir
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he's not responsible for her."
"More detective work?" he asked.
"I'd better get a shower before I do anything, don't you think?"
"Probably," he said. "Do I need to remind you that you have a party to prepare for?"
"I know, I know," Polly said distractedly as she walked to the bathroom. "I wonder what kind of job Jessie would try to get?"
"Why do I even bother," Henry muttered.
Polly spun around, ran back to him and hugged him, "Because you love me. I'll be out in a minute."
CHAPTER SIX
"Ready!" Polly announced, prancing out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile.
Henry stammered and finally got out, "For what?"
"Whatever the day brings."
"I didn't see this coming when I asked you to marry me. I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"
"Darn tootin.' What have you been doing out here?"
"Uh. Uh."
Polly put her hands on his shoulders and turned him so his back was to her. "Now, try to think again."
"Yeah. Okay. Your phone rang. It was Lydia. I answered it."
"That's fine," she said. "What's up?"
"She says you' re supposed to stay up here this morning until Joss comes and you aren't supposed to ask questions."
Polly chuckled. "I wonder what they're planning. They weren't happy with me ignoring pre-wedding fun. But it's not like I needed wedding showers or a bachelorette. I'm just not into that."
"Well, apparently when Joss comes to get you, Nate is taking me to my bachelor party."
"At least I don't have to worry about you getting all drunked up for a wedding at this hour on a Saturday."
Henry turned back around and hugged her, sliding his hands down to rest on her hips. "Should I worry about you?"
"With Lydia and Andy in the room? Doubtful!" She butted him with her hip. "Now back off, Mister Handsy. I have to get dressed." Polly ran her hand over the dress she had purchased for the evening. It was a strapless, silk chiffon gown in a beautiful deep sea blue. She could hardly wait to wear it. When it had arrived, she'd run upstairs and tried it on while Henry was out on the jobsite. Polly could hardly believe the wonderful opportunities she had at Sycamore House to wear beautiful gowns.
After listening to Aaron extol the virtues of owning a tuxedo, she and Henry had decided to purchase one for him. This wouldn't be the last time he had cause to wear it. Polly had always known that a well-fitted tuxedo made a man look good, but when Henry came out of the fitting room, good wasn't quite the word she wanted to use to describe him. He looked delicious.
Not knowing what her friends had planned for her this morning, Polly dressed simply in a pair of khaki pants and a fun, purple blouse she'd found. She slipped into a pair of flip flops and then sat down on the bed. "Now what am I supposed to do?" she asked him. "When is all this fun taking place?"
"Joss and Nate will be here at ten. Maybe you should go play with your other girlfriends."
"I'd rather stay in here and play with you, sexy," she said and pulled him to the bed.
He grinned and stood in front of her, then leaned over and cupped his hands around the back of her head and kissed her. "You only married me for my body, didn't you," he said.
"Well, that and your woodworking skills." Polly giggled and snorted. "It's all about the wood." Then she laughed out loud and clapped her hand over her mouth. "I'm terrible!"
It didn't take but a moment, and she was laughing again. "No, I'm not terrible. You men are! Everything is about sex with you, isn't it. You drill and you screw and you hammer and pound."
"You are just putting that together now?" Henry sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, my sweet Polly. Sometimes you are completely naive."
"Not naive, just slow," she said. "I can't believe it. I married a carpenter and everything he does is a euphemism for sex."
He shook his head. "Yes. I love you."
"You can't tell anyone that I just put that together today. Promise? Sanctity of the marriage bed and all
"More detective work?" he asked.
"I'd better get a shower before I do anything, don't you think?"
"Probably," he said. "Do I need to remind you that you have a party to prepare for?"
"I know, I know," Polly said distractedly as she walked to the bathroom. "I wonder what kind of job Jessie would try to get?"
"Why do I even bother," Henry muttered.
Polly spun around, ran back to him and hugged him, "Because you love me. I'll be out in a minute."
CHAPTER SIX
"Ready!" Polly announced, prancing out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile.
Henry stammered and finally got out, "For what?"
"Whatever the day brings."
"I didn't see this coming when I asked you to marry me. I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"
"Darn tootin.' What have you been doing out here?"
"Uh. Uh."
Polly put her hands on his shoulders and turned him so his back was to her. "Now, try to think again."
"Yeah. Okay. Your phone rang. It was Lydia. I answered it."
"That's fine," she said. "What's up?"
"She says you' re supposed to stay up here this morning until Joss comes and you aren't supposed to ask questions."
Polly chuckled. "I wonder what they're planning. They weren't happy with me ignoring pre-wedding fun. But it's not like I needed wedding showers or a bachelorette. I'm just not into that."
"Well, apparently when Joss comes to get you, Nate is taking me to my bachelor party."
"At least I don't have to worry about you getting all drunked up for a wedding at this hour on a Saturday."
Henry turned back around and hugged her, sliding his hands down to rest on her hips. "Should I worry about you?"
"With Lydia and Andy in the room? Doubtful!" She butted him with her hip. "Now back off, Mister Handsy. I have to get dressed." Polly ran her hand over the dress she had purchased for the evening. It was a strapless, silk chiffon gown in a beautiful deep sea blue. She could hardly wait to wear it. When it had arrived, she'd run upstairs and tried it on while Henry was out on the jobsite. Polly could hardly believe the wonderful opportunities she had at Sycamore House to wear beautiful gowns.
After listening to Aaron extol the virtues of owning a tuxedo, she and Henry had decided to purchase one for him. This wouldn't be the last time he had cause to wear it. Polly had always known that a well-fitted tuxedo made a man look good, but when Henry came out of the fitting room, good wasn't quite the word she wanted to use to describe him. He looked delicious.
Not knowing what her friends had planned for her this morning, Polly dressed simply in a pair of khaki pants and a fun, purple blouse she'd found. She slipped into a pair of flip flops and then sat down on the bed. "Now what am I supposed to do?" she asked him. "When is all this fun taking place?"
"Joss and Nate will be here at ten. Maybe you should go play with your other girlfriends."
"I'd rather stay in here and play with you, sexy," she said and pulled him to the bed.
He grinned and stood in front of her, then leaned over and cupped his hands around the back of her head and kissed her. "You only married me for my body, didn't you," he said.
"Well, that and your woodworking skills." Polly giggled and snorted. "It's all about the wood." Then she laughed out loud and clapped her hand over her mouth. "I'm terrible!"
It didn't take but a moment, and she was laughing again. "No, I'm not terrible. You men are! Everything is about sex with you, isn't it. You drill and you screw and you hammer and pound."
"You are just putting that together now?" Henry sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, my sweet Polly. Sometimes you are completely naive."
"Not naive, just slow," she said. "I can't believe it. I married a carpenter and everything he does is a euphemism for sex."
He shook his head. "Yes. I love you."
"You can't tell anyone that I just put that together today. Promise? Sanctity of the marriage bed and all
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