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“I’m hoping I’ll have an awesome wife soon too.”

Before she could reply, Luke lifted her up and then down on his cock until he was fully buried. She let out a long sigh and rested her forehead on his shoulder. It didn’ttake long before they were softly calling out their climax. Luke beat her to it, but with a little help, she got there too. If ever there was a way to associate water with something good, it would be having sex with Luke in a natural spa.

“I love you, Luke Turner.”

“I’ve always loved you, Freya Riley.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Luke

“Bailey,” Luke said as he marched into the kitchens at Turner Hall.

“She’s expecting you.”

“And she thinks I’m coming for a ring?”

“Yes, they’re laid out ready for you. You are choosing a ring, Sir?”

“I am. Freya wants something flashy,” Luke replied, grinning.

A soft sob came from the stove. Luke turned his head and deflated and then staggered to Maggie, who was wiping her eyes.

“I’m so happy,” she said through another sob.

“Are you? You look like Teddy got sick,” Luke said.

“I miss that dog. When’s he coming back?”

“When Archer is sure he will be safe around the baby, he’s not risking anything. If Teddy isn’t a good mix, then he’ll have to go toanother home.”

Maggie wailed into her handkerchief and fell against Luke. He’d never seen her so dramatic. A bubble of laughter rose up, and he couldn’t suppress it.

“Freya hasn’t said yes yet,” Luke reminded her as he cuddled her close.

“How can she not say yes?”

“Cynthia Turner. The meddling we’re uncovering is beyond anything I could have imagined.”

“What did you find out?” Maggie said, suddenly sobering with the news.

“I’d tell you, but if you already know and you are bound by some blood oath, she made you sign not to say a word, I don’t want to put you in an awkward position.”

“You’re a good man, Luke. We appreciate it.”

“Right. So let’s get this over with. Are you going to be able to cope making a cup of tea?”

“Funny lad, go on with you,” Maggie said, smiling through her tears.

Bailey escorted him up the stairs and across the marble foyer. When he got to the morning room door, he paused.

“There are no canes in there, Sir, but can you keep in mind she’s eighty?”

Ignoring his first comment, he answered the second. “She lied to us, Bailey. We’re here under false pretences, and I will call her out on it. It’s the modern way, seeing as she doesn’t want us to learn about Turner Hall and Copper Island, it would seem I’ve discovered why.”

“She’ll never tell you the whole story,” Bailey said.

“That may be so. I think only two people know the truth. Cynthia and Jennifer. Unless I find Jonathan Cranford, then three people know the truth.”

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