I can already see that you and she will be thick as thieves.”
“I do hope so.”
The dreamy look on her face made his heart catch in his throat. Oh God, what he wouldn’t give to keep the look there forever. But what if he couldn’t? What if-
“Oh no, you don’t,” Celia said. “I can already see Proud Pinter creeping in.”
He laughed. She knew him so well.
“Hand me your cravat,” she said, snapping her fingers.
“What?”
“I shall hold on to it, and if you try to deny me again, I’ll leave it in my bedclothes and make sure Minerva finds it.”
He chuckled. “No need for that.” Coming over to the bed, he bent to kiss her pouting mouth. “I swear I’ll be here as early as I can tomorrow, ready to do battle for you, my love.”
“You’d better,” she muttered. As he headed for the door, he heard her add,” I could still ring the bell, you know.”
He grinned at her. “Go ahead, my lady. I’ll stand right here while you throw the house into an uproar.”
That seemed to reassure her, for she made a face, then said, “Oh, go on with you.

Author: Sabrina Jeffries