Page 127 of Rakes & Reticules
“I have news from Stonelake. It appears that he is ready for a wife.” Fitz pulled closer as he leaned his long body more securely against the tree.
“Surely you jest. I thought Stonelake would never marry,” Patience giggled, shocked by the news.
She thought the duke was the ultimate bachelor but perhaps she was wrong.
“He’s throwing a grand ball for all the eligible ladies in London. He is demanding we be in attendance.” Fitz stood, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I hope he finds someone. I want everyone to be as happy as we are.”
“It took us five years to get here,” she reminded him, remembering how alone she had been without him.
“I don’t care,” he said, bending down to ghost his lips over hers. “I’d do it all over again, as long as the end result was me being with you.”
He kissed her again, and Patience knew there would never be a day where she would not be grateful to Mrs. Fitzherbert and the Prince Regent.
It was because of them that they had a future and all it took was a reticule for scandal.
The End.
