Page 107 of Never a Duke
She came to her feet and allowed Ned to escort her from the parlor. “I’m sure you will enlighten me.”
“First I will kiss you.”
By the time Ned had completed that task, Rosalind’s knees were a bit unreliable and her insides were fluttery.
“About Methuselah?” she asked, as Ned scooped her up against his chest and carried her to the stairs. This was a frequent part of the birthday celebrations. Rosalind had learned to enjoy it.
“He lived so long because all those birthdays made him a very joyous fellow. Mrs. Methuselah saw to that. And do you know what else?”
Ned set Rosalind on her feet in their private sitting room. “I’m sure this was not part of any Bible history that Vicar taught at Sunday school, sir.”
“This part is for grown-ups,” Ned said, locking the sitting room door. “Mrs. Methuselah had a lot of birthdays too.”
And so, as it turned out, did Rosalind, and all of them were very, very happy indeed!
