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  But it was only another special license, courtesy of his grandfather to replace the one that expired just yesterday. The Duke of Rutherford truly was a menace.

  ~ * ~

  Finally free of a conversation that had grown tedious the moment it had begun, Arabella joined Merrick and glanced at the paper he kept tapping against the palm of his hand. Its size seemed familiar. “That looks important.”

  “It is. The Fords are meddling again.” He passed it to her. “Read it if you like.”

  Arabella took the note and read it twice, just to make sure she hadn’t imagined the missive might be what she’d been hoping for. “That was considerate and rather well timed. The other has just expired, hasn’t it?”

  “Yes.” He took the paper from her and slipped it into his pocket. “Did you notice my grandfather’s note was even more presumptuous than his last?”

  The duke had added Arabella’s name this time. She hadn’t met him as he remained at Newberry Park, but she judged it a sign of his approval and hope. “Oh, I don’t know. It does save us some time.”

  “Arabella.” His gaze snapped to hers, concern plain in his eyes. He eased back a step and Arabella followed so they might speak privately away from the other guests. “Are you increasing?” he whispered urgently.

  She shook her head. “No. Not that.”

  Merrick had been very concerned about her conceiving a child, and she wanted to reassure him that he was nothing like his father. She knew if she became pregnant, he would marry her immediately. Yet to her surprise, she was disappointed not to be pregnant at all. If she had been, then Merrick would have proposed to her again immediately she was sure. The more time they spent apart, the more she wanted to be with him. She had come tonight in the hope he would ask again. This time round she knew what her answer would be.

  “Good.” His shoulders eased as the tension left him. “I am relieved beyond a doubt. I must admit I have lost more than a few hours of sleep in worry. I can never get enough of you when we are together. And when we are apart, I am a changed man. Holland is beside himself over my sleeplessness and the other servants are walking around as if on eggshells.”

  Arabella’s cheeks grew hot. She hadn’t imaged his half brothers would give her much thought now she’d left Merrick’s home. But as Merrick had once said, their position was precarious until Merrick had married and had his heir underway. The fear that soon he might look elsewhere for affection and a wife filled her with distress. Her mouth tasted of ashes as she concluded she might just have to prompt him. She stared at the side of his handsome face, noticing he’d returned his gaze to the ballroom’s occupants. She liked it better when she had his whole attention. “Ask me again.”

  Merrick turned swiftly and took her hand. “Marry me.”

  “Yes.”

  He lifted her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles. When he lowered her hand from his lips, he was beaming so happily her heart filled with all the love she’d discovered she felt for him. “Tomorrow?” he asked impudently.

  Tomorrow was too far away. She slipped the paper from his pocket herself and read it again. “A pity it cannot be tonight. This is a special license. We could be married at any time and any place of our choosing.”

  He squeezed her hand tightly. “I was trying to be patient.”

  “You have been more than patient.” She touched his face, aware that everyone around them had a front-row seat to their discussion and did not care. In the past, she would have been concerned for the rules and hidden what she was feeling. But not now. Not today. She wanted to prove to Merrick that his understanding and patience had borne results. They belonged together. “I have one last confession to make. I love you.”

  “And I love you.” He drew her against him, holding her gaze as if there was no one else in the room. He grinned. “Holland will dance a jig tonight, even with his sniffles.”

  “A match at last.” His aunt smacked her fan against Merrick’s shoulder, startling them both enough to look at her instead of each other. “Rothwell, it’s about time you proposed. I’ve never seen such long faces as I have these past weeks. And you, Arabella, all this pretending you needed time to discover if you were in love. You should have married a month ago and saved us all the aggravation of waiting for the wedding.”

  Arabella met Merrick’s gaze and couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from her throat. Merrick’s relationship with his aunt was mending slowly day by day, but Lady Penelope simply couldn’t help but tell them what must be done.

  Merrick shrugged and kept his arms about her. “Arabella deserved to have her wishes respected, Aunt. I have enjoyed our time together immensely and harbor no regrets at all about the need to conduct a discreet courtship. Do stay out of my affairs. I want to talk to my dearest Arabella.”

  “Talk later. A marriage and nothing less,” Aunt Pen insisted, then spun about to search the room. The next instant she did the most astonishing thing Arabella had ever seen. She raised her arm and madly waved it about in the air. “Mr. Gibbs! This way. Tonight will do. It’s rather fortunate that I just so happen to have a vicar with me,” she said to them with a straight face when she turned back, but her eyes twinkled with excitement.

  Merrick took the folded special license from Arabella’s fingers and studied it. “Why am I not surprised that the arrival of this coincided with a vicar’s presence at a ball where a vicar is hardly needed?”

  Arabella leaned close to his ear so she could whisper. “Can I describe to you the flurry of letters that have been passing from your aunt to Newberry Park for the past weeks? I’ve never seen such correspondence. It’s been vastly entertaining listening to Aunt Pen extol the virtues of a swift and decisive marriage. My ears have been cruelly assaulted.”

  “I’m glad you were so well entertained and I’m equally glad her opinions had no bearing on your decision. I had were Holland’s glum face greeting me each evening when I came back empty-handed without you. Not a pleasant prospect either.” He laughed good-naturedly. “Thank you.”

  Arabella set her hands to his face. He was such a dear, sweet man to be so patient. He was the most astonishing man for thanking her for loving him. “Aunt Pen, do excuse us a moment. There is something I’ve been longing to do these past weeks.”

  Aunt Pen beamed at Arabella’s informal mode of address. “My dear, you may have him as soon as may be, and with my blessing of course, but get married to him first.”

  “Oh, all in due course.” Arabella smiled at Merrick, excitement making her giddy and restless. She caught his coat in her hands and held tight. “I’m ready for my next lesson in love.”

  “And I’m ready for my first lesson in marriage.” He winked. “I’ve never done it before, you know.”

  Arabella turned her face to Merrick’s, and then she kissed him in the way he’d shown her on the night their accidental affair had first begun, right before the entire ton and Aunt Pen. When the noise around them grew deafening, she rested her cheek against his so she could whisper in his ear. “And if I have my way, you’ll never need to consider it again. There’s no changing your mind now.”

  EPILOGUE

  Arabella snuggled closer to Merrick on the divan, the centerpiece of their new greenhouse at Winslette. The simple affair she’d hoped for had been expanded until the space was large enough for Merrick’s collection and hers, along with enough comfortable chairs they could spend all day in if they had guests. Despite her contentment, she peeked through the frosted glass at the scene unfolding a few yards away to check on her matchmaking project. “I think it’s sweet.”

  “You would.” Merrick grumbled and then tossed the book he’d been reading onto a nearby table. “You’re much too tender hearted. That girl will be the ruin of him.”

  Arabella’s new maid, the first female, non-relation employee in Merrick’s household for the past eight years, had developed an affection for Merrick’s half brother that was impossible to miss. To Arabella, those feelings were certa
inly reciprocated. Holland couldn’t keep his eyes from the girl, but so far he’d been entirely proper. “Lady Penelope doesn’t seem to mind. She said Lisette knew how to style hair.”

  “Such a compliment. You call that smile at tea earlier happiness?” He stood to stare out the window at his half brother and Lisette, showing her his broad back, his long legs, and stirring wicked ideas in her mind again. “Bet he hasn’t the courage to kiss her. He’s going too slow.”

  Merrick wore everything very well. She liked him both in and out of his clothing. Right now, she wished he was out of it and they were upstairs in their bed. She shifted on the couch, suddenly disappointed that she must have luncheon with Aunt Pen soon. At the moment she would much rather tempt Merrick back to bed than entertain his family. “Well, you know she cannot show too much interest in the romance without drawing unwanted attention.”

  He looked at her curiously. “Why did you invite her then?”

  Why had she? Simple kindness had certainly played a large part. “I didn’t want to deny Aunt Pen the chance to meet Lisette. If the relationship develops as I hope, she will see her son made a happy man. Aunt Pen may never get to spend much time with him or any children they may have unless we invite her. It is sad to imagine she might never be known as a doting grandmother. I think she would have been wonderful and spoiled them.”

  “I think your pregnancy has run amok with your imagination.” Merrick rejoined her on the divan and pressed a kiss to the rounding of her belly where their child lay. “Do you hear that, sir or little miss? Your mama thinks well of everyone. We are very fortunate indeed to have her to love us.”

  “Not everyone.” There were two who deserved to be ignored and distrusted. Her former brother-in-law, Lord Farnsworth, she’d given the cut direct several months ago and had enjoyed doing so, especially with Lady Penelope firmly entrenched at her side. The last she’d heard of him, his creditors had been carting his possessions from Hinkley to pay his debts when he’d disappeared. He hadn’t only owed Lord Parker, he’d run up debts everywhere. She threaded her fingers through Merrick’s hair as he rained kisses over her belly. “I may never speak to Lady Harrison again.”

  Merrick glanced up, frowning at the reminder of a recent encounter with the woman. “Louisa was informed I would be faithful to my wife. Have I given you reason to doubt me?”

  “No. But…” Arabella scowled and struggled to sit up. So late in the pregnancy, she had little more grace than a whale and that made her even more irritated with Merrick’s former lover. “She had no right to run her hands all over you as if she was allowed to eat you at the Fairweather ball.”

  Merrick pushed pillows behind her back to help her get into a more comfortable position. He didn’t reply as footsteps approached.

  When Merrick’s youngest half brother, Danny, appeared at her side, papers in hand, she forced a smile to her face. The boy usually had a smile for her too, but today, coming direct from the schoolroom, he wasn’t a happy fellow. He thrust them out. “I finished.”

  “Already?” She smiled as she took them, then caught Merrick’s eye. “I think this young man might have the makings of a scholar one day.”

  Danny’s penmanship had improved considerably these past weeks with extra attention given to that area of study. She no longer had to squint at some words now, and she was pleased. She wanted only the best for the boy.

  Danny fidgeted, his steps soft as he crossed the room to peer out the windows while Arabella glanced over the papers. “Can I go now? The others are waiting for me by the stables.”

  Merrick raised a brow. “Or he’ll make an eager fisherman. Yes, lad. But”—he held up one finger—“no matter what the others plan to do with their evening, you must come back to Winslette well before nightfall, or Holland will worry and come in search of you.”

  “Huzzah! I will. I promise,” he called as he rushed for the nearest door.

  They both laughed at his haste and excitement. Merrick faced her when the boy was out of sight and they could no longer hear him. “I think that brother might require an active profession rather than an idle one.”

  “Whatever you choose, he still needs to write legibly. I will certainly expect letters from him when he goes off to school.” Although her heart ached that Danny would leave them soon, Arabella slipped the papers onto a side table and returned to their former topic of conversation. “We’re not done talking about Lady Harrison.”

  “She said she stumbled.”

  Arabella did not believe that for one moment. Merrick did not give credence to how women of their circle viewed their marriage. Everyone whispered he would soon grow bored and betray her. She rubbed her hands over her belly, feeling uncertain and round and altogether unappealing. “The woman has surer feet that any cat. She was testing you out to see if you could be tempted away from me.”

  He took her hand in his and kissed her palm, her wrist, and the back of her hand. “Never. I am not a fool to risk losing you. Trust me, Bella darling. I love you. I love our life together. There is no one in the world that could tempt me away from what we have. Do you think any one of them could take your place as my wife?”

  She squirmed a little more. His kisses only added to her agitation. “Well, I don’t think they plan to marry you. Seducing you is probably more in line with their thinking.”

  “Not mine.” He brushed his fingers over her cheeks. “You’re matchmaking my illegitimate brother and I’ve a suspicion you’re secretly planning his wedding day in your head. I knew what I was committing myself to the moment I let you into my life. My greatest fear is that you might grow tired of us.”

  “I’d never. It’s just…”

  “Darling.” He kissed her lips softly and drew back. “You really are out of sorts today. What can I do to make you happier? Rub your feet, your back? Have a bath drawn and touch you everywhere?”

  That last sounded divine. Arabella fell into his eyes, hoping that no matter what happened, or how much rounder his child grew in her belly, he would always be her best friend and confidant. Waiting for the baby to come was making her irritable, despite her efforts not to be. “Well, maybe a kiss or two more could turn my mood around.”

  His lips lifted in a smile that never failed to make her heart skip a beat and her body awaken. “Just one or two?”

  “Maybe more,” she confessed as he kissed the tip of her nose.

  “For as long as you’ll have me?”

  She bit her lip as his warm hands slid beneath her gown and caressed her knee. More of that would be heaven. “The rest of our lives might just be long enough,” she whispered as he drew her to her feet, escorted her upstairs with a wicked smile that sent her body into a pleasant hum, and showed her beyond a doubt just what their love meant to him.

  ~ The End ~

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13