She blinked, then slowly rose from her chair.
And left the room.
He closed his eyes and groaned. What have I done? She’s so averse to my request she couldn’t even stay in the room. Perhaps I should save us both more embarrassment and leave now before—
Footsteps sounded from the next room and Kitty reappeared. She didn’t give him an answer or even acknowledge his proposal.
“I have something for you.” She held out her hand.
“P-pardon?” Was she not even going to say anything about what he’d just asked her? It was the most important question a man could ever ask a woman.
When he didn’t accept whatever it was she had for him, she reached out for his hand, pried open his fingers, and placed a small roll of paper into his palm. He glanced down at it and frowned. Why was she giving him a piece of paper? Perhaps the bump she’d gotten on the head from the kidnappers had addled her brain.
“Aren’t you going to look at it?” She stared at him with eyebrows raised.
Nathaniel shrugged, unable to think of anything to say. At that point since she hadn’t answered his question, he knew not what else he could add to the conversation that would have any bearing.
He carefully grasped the edge of the paper and pulled. It was a drawing done in pencil of Kitty herself. Nathaniel gave a one-sided smile, remembering when he’d wished for her to do a self-portrait and give it to him. “It’s lovely.” You’re lovely.
“Thank you.” She didn’t say more. Just waited.
His mind snagged at another memory of when she’d had him study the picture of the horse and had done the same thing. Waited for him to notice something. He held it closer, assuming he would find an S or K. But there was not a letter.
There were three.
Hidden within the locks of Kitty’s hair in the picture was a word.
YES.
Nathaniel’s breath went out of his chest like a deflated hot air balloon. He slowly lifted his head and stared at her. She was smiling.
Was that yes to, his proposal? Yes that she loved him? Yes that she was glad it was Tuesday?
Why couldn’t she come out and tell him?
Doubt reared its ugly head again, reminding him of how she’d seemed enamored of Stratford. Did she have feelings for him still?
Deciding not to ask about marriage, but hoping against hope she had some feeling for him, he asked, “Does that mean you could possibly care for me too?” He glanced down at his foot and back up. “I’ve always been second best, I—”
“Not to me. Never to me.”
“Darling…. Is that true? Are you sure you’d want me?”
“More than anything.”
“So you’re saying—”
She caressed his face with her fingers. “Yes. Yes I will marry you. Yes I’ll love you forever. Because you deserve nothing less.”
“I feel the same about you.”
He took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. The contact at first was tentative. Sweet. As if she was unsure how he might feel about it. Was this how she kissed? Nathaniel let out a sigh. But he loved Kitty, so it wouldn’t matter. While it didn’t evoke immediate passion, he could surely grow used to—
She pulled him closer, shyly running her tongue over her lips, an invitation. He answered her question by opening his lips, letting his tongue explore hers. He ran his hands ran down the length of her arms, enjoying being so close to her, yet hungry to do more. So much more.
Love. She’d said the word and he could scarcely believe it. But the way she clung to him, kissed him, gloried in their kiss… Yes! his heart cried. Yes, this woman truly loves me.
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging his even nearer. How he’d longed for this, hoped beyond all hope that Kitty would return his feelings. Was he dreaming?
He pulled away and gazed into her eyes. “Kitty, my darling. I love you. With all my heart. I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
She placed her hands on either side of his face. “And I love you. From my soul. The day we marry will be the best day of my life.”
With Kitty, Nathaniel was home. Safe. And that would only be the beginning of their joy to come.
Epilogue
Three months later.
Nathaniel stood behind Kitty and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Sorry you married me?”
“Never.” How could she be sorry when it was her dream come true?
“But we’re stuck in this awful old cottage until our house is completed.”
“That matters not. I’m with you. That’s all that’s important.”
He kissed the back of her neck, causing a shiver to course over her skin. She’d always imagined what it would be like to fully give herself to a man. Making love with her husband was beyond her wildest imagination. Her body and soul came alive when she was in his arms. Nathaniel was hers and she was the most fortunate woman on earth.
He placed another light kiss behind her ear. “Have you spoken to your sisters today?”
“No. Not since two days past.”
“They are well?”
She sighed. “Quite well. They’re very happy living with Great-aunt Anne as their guardian. Robert won’t be getting out of Newgate Prison anytime soon. I’m still in shock over the large amount of money he’d had stashed beneath our shed. If the kidnappers had only known how close they’d been to the treasure they sought.”
“My body nearly turned to ice when I found out that you’d been taken, my love.”
“But you deciphered the clue and saved me. That’s why I left a clue I knew you would understand.”
“I must admit, your sisters were stumped when they saw it.”
“They’d never been to the racecourse in Epsom, so I knew it wouldn’t do any good to leave them a clue from there. And if the kidnappers had seen the drawing I’d done on the wall when they came back to take me there, I was afraid they might…”
“Shhh. Let’s not speak of what might have occurred. You’re here now. Safe with me where you belong. I’m so very sorry it took a near-tragedy for things to improve for you and your family, but I’m pleased you and your sisters are happy and content now.”
“And I’m pleased that you and Stratford have finally gotten past your differences.”
He sighed and then nodded. “As am I.”
She moved in his arms and pressed close to his chest, running her fingers down his neck. “So… what would you like to do for the rest of the morning?”
He raised one eyebrow. “I can think of a few things.” One side of his mouth rose in a grin. “Do you trust me, Kitty?” He took her hand as he steered her toward the bedroom.
She laughed. “Always. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Then I have a secret to share.”
“Share away, my love.”
“In a few months, there’s going to be a tiny, new Bexley in our home.”
His opened his mouth and then closed it. “Are… you certain?”
She nodded.
With a whoop of joy, he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.
The End
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