Tempting Fate
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It allowed his bride time to fully heal—and what woman wished for the accessory of a black eye on her wedding day? And it gave time for Madame Duvalle to create her wedding dress, a simple elegant gown in the ivory silk she had somehow known was meant for Mirabelle.
Unbeknownst to Whit, it also fit perfectly over blue satin.
Whit’s mother was given the chance to indulge in an extravagant to-do—something she’d been denied with Alex and Sophie’s wedding.
To her delight, Whit’s annoyance, and Mirabelle’s amusement, Lady Thurston spared no expense, even going so far as to demand two extra trips to London to find and purchase all the necessary accoutrements.
But in good, if lengthy, order, he and Mirabelle stood at the altar and exchanged their vows. He smirked when she faltered at the promising to obey bit, and she teased him on the drive home by feigning an interest in the tradition of occupying a suite of her own.
And they celebrated on the back lawn of Haldon surrounded by their friends and family…and nearly every member of the ton.
“I can’t believe your mother was right,” Mirabelle commented as they stood together a little ways from the crowd, taking a moment for themselves.
“About us?”
“About the weather. She was adamant it wouldn’t rain—that it couldn’t rain, I believe were her exact words. And here it is, warm and cloudless. How could anyone possibly know that?”
He threaded his fingers through hers. “She has a firm belief in fate. Although she did decorate the ballroom, just in case.”
“She decorated everything.”
“This is true.”
She smiled as she watched Whit’s mother accept a drink from William. “She’s so happy,” she said before turning to Whit. “You’re not still angry with William, are you?”
He brought her hand to his lips for a kiss, and one discreet nibble on her knuckles—it was their wedding day, after all.
“I’m not still angry,” he replied as she blushed. “How could I be, when he brought us—albeit in a rather foolish way—together.”
She pulled her hand away and darted a nervous glance at the guests. “I’ll thank you to stop embarrassing me.”
“Every single guest over the age of eighteen knows exactly what you and I are going to do the very moment they leave—”
“And every one of them would thank you not to begin until they do.” She slapped at his hand when he laughed and reached for her again. “I’m attempting to have a serious conversation, Whit.”
“Well, don’t,” he advised. “It’s our wedding day.”
“And therefore I shouldn’t be serious?”
“You should be celebrating.”
“I am,” she replied and dodged another grasp. “But I want to know if William means to continue his missions.”
She nodded toward Evie, who stood a distance away in a small group of guests. It was clear she wasn’t listening to what ever was being said. Her gaze and thoughts were focused on the hills beyond the lawn.
Whit paused in his attempts to snatch up his wife. “William intends to fulfill his promise to the late duke, though I tried to talk him out of it.” He aimed a dark scowl at the man in question. “He won’t tell me what he has planned either, the blighter. Says I won’t be able to stop myself from interfering.”
“You won’t,” she agreed, and looked from Evie to William. “Perhaps I can pry something out of him.”
“Unlikely,” Whit scoffed. “The man’s lips are sealed tighter than a drum.”
She continued to eye William speculatively. “Hmm. I believe a brief talk with the man is in order.”
“He’s an agent for the War Department, Mirabelle. A brief talk isn’t going to…” He trailed off as she moved away from him towards William. “You’ll tell me what he says!”
She cast a wink over her shoulder. “I’ll think on it.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
My sincere thanks to Emmanuelle Alspaugh and Leah Hultenschmidt, without whom Whit and Mirabelle would never have discovered their fate.
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