Page 94 of Mending the Baron's Sins
Orla giggled into the kiss, as did Horace, but neither one of them pulled away. As they kissed on the pavement, for any passerby to see, Orla felt the focus of her life change. She supposed her focus had shifted to Horace from the first day she had arrived at Ingleby, but it wasn’t until now that she realized how much that was the way she wanted things to be.
As Horace pulled back, his smile had quite transformed his features.
“Want to get out of here?” he whispered. “I have a new house waiting for me in these busy London streets. Somewhere away from…” he glanced at one of the ladies who walked past them, giving them a scandalized glance. “Prying eyes.”
“How long will it take us to get there?” she asked.
He laughed warmly and released her, running back to get her portmanteau. By the time he had come back to her, the carriage had turned around to pick them up again.
“Change of plan,” Horace called to their driver. “Take my betrothed and I to our new home.”
Betrothed…
Orla did not think she had ever been so happy as she sat beside Horace in that carriage, hand in hand, all thoughts of the midwifery apprenticeship forgotten.
