“It seems he did care for you after all.” The carriage hit a bump in the road and Victor grimaced. “It’ll be a while before Greenley even gets roads that would lend themselves to automobiles.” He sighed. “There’s quite a lot of modern life we’re missing out on being out here.”
“I’d love to go to London,” Cordelia said. “Living out here in the woods was beautiful at first but I grew lonely rather quickly. I wouldn’t even mind staying a while in London.”
“That settles it,” Victor said. “After all this is over, we’ll go to London. I’m going to buy you the most beautiful dresses you’ve ever seen and to hell with those mourning clothes. You never should have had to wear them in the first place.”
“Oh darling, thank you!” Cordelia hugged him tightly and Victor kissed her on the cheek, then pointed out the window.
“Is that your Mrs. Richmond?”
“What?” Cordelia sat back against the seat, a guilty look on her face, and Victor laughed. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this woman, and as far as he was concerned it wouldn’t start soon enough. He reached out and took her hand, then kissed the back of it.
“Only joking, my love.”
“I’m not speaking to you any longer.”
“Of course you will,” Victor said. “You just need the proper motivation.” He pulled her over onto his lap and kissed her the way she deserved, not caring who saw them. To hell with being proper, he thought. I’d rather be in love.
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank Dawn Brower for her hard work and dedication in putting together the box set that this was originally a part of, Every Rogue’s Heart. She was also extremely helpful in giving me advice about marketing, publishing, the ins and outs of trim size, and a hundred other questions I had. Dawn is amazing and I’m so honored to work with her.
Also deserving of recognition is History Undressed, a fabulous site with all sorts of snippets about the parts of history that often aren’t covered in textbooks and periodicals. Without them I wouldn’t have known the difference between a Victorian and Edwardian corset.
Thanks also to my best friends, who are always willing to help me out when I text them in the middle of the night, and who give me their opinion even when I don’t ask for it. Especially when I don’t ask for it.
About the Author
Rebecca Lovell was born and raised in Texas, and has loved learning about the history of Fort Worth since her first visit to the Stockyards. Historical fiction is her first love, and she enjoys researching and studying new eras as well as writing contemporary romance. She’s always coming up with new ideas and occasionally manages to settle down and write one. When she’s not writing, Rebecca enjoys watching horror movies and crocheting.
Though she has traveled the country extensively and lived in all sorts of weather, Rebecca currently lives in Fort Worth with her high school sweetheart and a number of vocal and pushy cats.
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