Inheritance [antikvár]

Chapter 1Laura and Paul made the bed together, laughing as they raced to see whose side would be finished first. "I'll never learn," Paul sighed in mock resignation when he lost. "Women were bom to make beds; men were bom to lie in them.""They were bom to lie about them," Laura retorted. "When we're married, you'll be amazed how fast you leam all kinds of things.""I'm fast at the important ones," he said, "like falling in love with you."She laughed, loving the way his smile and glance embraced her, the deepening of his voice when he spoke only to her, the memory of his hand on her breast when she had awakened that moming and they had moved into each other's arms, warm and half asleep, closer and closer until he was inside her and they had begun another day joined together, just as they planned to be joined as husband and wife for the rest of their lives But then her eyes grew somber. "How can we be so happy? It isn't right to be laughing and doing everything the way we always have, when Owen isn't here. And won't be, ever again. And he won't see us married, and he wanted to so much."Paul knotted his tie and pulled on his suit jacket, glancing in the mirror as he ran a hand over his unruly black hair. "He