by Deb Marlowe
“I was hoping for a few other things.”
“Anything,” he vowed. “Anything I can give you, I will.”
“A dance,” she whispered. “A jaunt into dangerous territory . . .”
He remembered. “And bliss,” he finished.
And she was in his arms and the kiss lasted quite a long while, as they shared their happiness, forgiveness and relief. They planned a lifetime of love with heat and passion instead of words. They kissed and touched and whispered together until a knock sounded on the door.
“You’ve been in there long enough,” Miss Nichols said through the panel. “The countess is looking for you.”
They went out then and followed her friend downstairs, still with eyes only for each other.
But Tensford’s mind had turned to their future. “We can get the large saws we need for the mill and perhaps the steam engine. It may be, if we can turn enough profit, that we will need only to cut part of the forest acreage.”
She pulled him to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. “No. We will not cut down even one tree. I have enough to do all that we could wish at Greystone.”
He frowned. “Hope—just how much does pots and pots of money work out to be?”
“A lot. Far more than Miss McNamara’s paltry forty thousand.”
He blinked. Then stumbled back a step to sit upon a nearby bench.
She followed and perched upon his knee. “We’ll have lobster patties every day!” she cried, throwing an arm high.
“And bliss every night,” he murmured, pulling her down.
And so they kissed again, while the footmen snickered and inside, the ton danced on.
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author Deb Marlowe adores History, England and Men in Boots. Clearly she was destined to write Regency Historical Romance.
A Golden Heart Award winner and Rita nominee, Deb grew up in Pennsylvania with her nose in a book. Luckily, she'd read enough romances to recognize the true modern hero she met at a college Halloween party--even though he wore a tuxedo t-shirt instead of breeches and boots. They married, settled in North Carolina and produced two handsome, intelligent and genuinely amusing boys. Though she spends much of her time with her nose in her laptop, for the sake of her family she does occasionally abandon her inner world for the domestic adventure of laundry, dinner and carpool. Despite her sacrifice, not one of the men in her family is yet willing to don breeches or tall boots. She's working on it.
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