"Now that you're my wife, I only need one more thing to be complete." "What's that?" she asked breathlessly. He pulled back, and began plucking pins from her hair, releasing the waves from the chignon. "What the hell does stand for?" Laughter filled the room. "Didn't you look at the marriage license?" "I was too blinded by love. So?" "You aren't going to believe it." "Try me," he said, as the last pin fell to the floor. He buried his hands in her hair, shaking it out around her shoulders. "The first is " "Not bad. Better than a lot of other words that start with " His smile was warm. She cast him a dry look. "It was the city I was born in." "Makes it easy to remember." "The other is " He froze in disbelief. "You're named after a bush?" "It's a damn nice planting, a hearty shrub." Devlin was laughing as he said, "And the connection is . . ." "I think I might have been conceived under one." "That's adventurous." "I haven't asked a lot of questions." "I can see why."