Page 71 of Eliza and the Duke
“That means you’re twenty-three years old.”
He nodded.
“Perhaps you were born in August, then?”
“That would be a good guess.” He scanned the pages and said, “There doesn’t seem to be much of anything else. Care to look?”
She took the papers from him and he was right. The people who had found them had given statements; there was no other identifying information, but at least he knew his age.
Setting the papers and folder aside, she said, “Shall we celebrate your birthday on our wedding anniversary, or would you like your own day?”
He smiled and pulled her onto his lap. “You’ve found a way to make the best day of my life even better.”
“You are entirely too charming for words, Mr. Cavell.”
She kissed him until they both had to come up for air and he said, “Now about that punishment…”
“You’ve been threatening to turn me over your knee for ages. You’re just looking for an excuse.”
“Looks as if I’ve found it,” he growled playfully. “Now still yourself so we can be done with it. I want to know the rest of what Captain Wentworth wrote to Anne.”
She squealed and tried to get away, but it was too late. She was caught and she loved every minute of it.
