The duke glanced around them, obviously checking to be sure they were alone. He lowered his voice and, in a tone that spoke of discomfort, said, “I realize I am likely not supposed to play favorites, but Daphne is just that. She came to me a broken and lost little girl.” No one in the ton would have believed the sudden emotion in the Dangerous Duke’s voice. “Though she has grown into a lady of self-possession and wit, she is still fragile in so many ways. She is important to me. Her happiness is important to me.”
“Then it seems we have something in common, Your—Adam. Lud, that feels dangerously impertinent.”
His Grace actually smiled. Though the action accentuated the duke’s scarred visage, James found him far more human and approachable in that moment.
“Daphne is inexpressibly important to me,” James continued. “I love her more than I have ever imagined loving another person. And I will cherish her every day for the rest of my life.”
His Grace nodded firmly. “See to it that you do. And see to it you are back here again in a fortnight as you promised. My wife is anxious to return home, and when she is uneasy, I am uneasy.”
The sound of footsteps alerted them to the arrival of the ladies of the household. James watched Daphne’s approach with a feeling of utter contentment. He counted himself fortunate for the miracles that had brought him to that point.
A flurry of activity erupted as they approached the door. The carriage was all but ready to go. The family all seemed to be bidding their farewells at once, raising a chaotic noise of voices. James clamped down his own frustration at still finding himself several people separated from his wife.
“Hold.” The duke’s booming voice cut through the madness, and everything in the entryway came to an immediate stop. He looked over his gathered relations and staff. To the maids, he said, “Take Lady Tilburn’s bandboxes to the carriage.” As they scurried away, he addressed the footman hovering nearby, “Go make yourself useful elsewhere.”
Having dismissed the staff, he turned his attention to his relations. “I am certain you ladies made plenty of good-byes and exchanged well-wishes before joining us. It is, therefore, the gentlemen’s turn to do so.”
The duchess smiled at her husband, her expression empathetic. “Of course.” She kissed her departing sister’s cheek affectionately and, taking Miss Artemis by the hand, stepped back.
His Grace locked gazes with Daphne. No words were immediately forthcoming. They simply watched each other, similar emotions crossing their faces: tenderness, affection, and a hint of sadness. Then the duke opened his arms, and Daphne stepped into his brotherly embrace. Still neither spoke. Once or twice, His Grace appeared on the verge of saying something but didn’t.
After several long moments, he pulled back a space. He gave Daphne a very serious look. “Don’t forget I taught you how to use a pistol.” He motioned with his head in James’s direction.
Daphne smiled up at him and nodded.
The duke did not release his sister-in-law yet. Again, a look crossed his face, clearly indicating he wanted to speak but couldn’t bring himself to do so. “Take care of yourself,” he finally whispered.
“I will,” she answered, her words watery.
He stepped abruptly away. “Don’t keep the horses standing.” The words came out as a command and a reprimand, though with the slightest break. Who in Society would ever guess that underneath the Duke of Kielder’s imposing iron exterior beat a heart not entirely made of stone?
Daphne crossed to James’s side. She allowed him to take her arm and walk with her out the door to the waiting carriage. He handed her inside before stepping up himself and sitting beside her. The carriage lurched to a start.
He expected Daphne to watch out the windows longingly as her childhood home disappeared from view. She looked instead at him and smiled ruefully. “I know we are returning in only two weeks and that this will be home to us for some time, but—” Emotion cut off her words.
He handed her a handkerchief.
“I had not realized,” she said as she dabbed at her eyes, “how difficult it is to be the one doing the leaving.”
James slipped his arm behind her, pulling her to him in a one-armed embrace. He held her thus as her emotions settled and was most pleased to feel her lean into him.
After several minutes, Daphne broke the silence between them. “Could you have possibly imagined when you were being so kind to a tiny little twelve-year-old girl on a terrace that you would actually one day marry her?”
James chuckled. “That would be a decidedly odd thing for an almost grown man to imagine about a twelve-year-old child.”
“But not the other way around,” Daphne answered. “I decided there and then that I would very much like to marry someone just like you.”
James slid his arm so it wrapped around her waist rather than her shoulder and joined his other arm with it, truly embracing her. She snuggled up to him, a posture so trusting and natural that his heart became ever more hers in that moment. “In all honesty, my dear, I thought many times over the years since that fortuitous encounter that were I to find a young lady—one grown, mind you, but with the same courage and sweetness—that I would marry her in a heartbeat if she would have me.”
She laid her hand on his chest and gazed up at him, her smile entirely devoid of the sadness that had far too often marred it. “You’ll keep me, then?”
He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, then her cheek. He hovered just above her lips and whispered, “Always, my Little Sparrow,” then sealed the declaration with a heartfelt kiss.
About the Author
Sarah M. Eden is a USA Today best-selling author of witty and charming award-winning historical romances. Combining her obsession with history and her affinity for tender love stories, Sarah loves crafting witty characters and heartfelt romances set against rich historical backdrops. She holds a bachelor’s degree in research and happily spends hours perusing the reference shelves of her local library. She lives with her husband, kids, and mischievous dog in the shadow of a snow-capped mountain she has never attempted to ski.
Other Books by Sarah M. Eden
The Lancaster Family
Seeking Persephone
Courting Miss Lancaster
The Jonquil Family
The Kiss of a Stranger
Friends and Foes
Drops of Gold
As You Are
A Fine Gentleman
Stand-Alone Novels
Glimmer of Hope
An Unlikely Match
For Elise
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