Page 67 of The Duke of Kisses
She nodded again. “You could follow me. Then we can share our plans with West and Ivy.”
“Where shall we be married?”
“St. Peter and St. Paul’s in Clare.”
“That’s a beautiful church,” he said, smiling. “We’ll have the banns read as soon as we arrive.”
She frowned, her features darkening. “We can’t do that.”
Alarm rushed through him. “Why not?”
“Because the banns will also need to be read here, and my parents will likely try to say there is an impediment.”
“But there isn’t.” At least none that he was aware of.
“Of course not. They’ll likely say I’m promised to Mr. Duckworth.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste.
“The hell they will. I’m obtaining a license the minute we get to Clare. We’ll wed as soon as possible.”
Her gaze warmed as she smiled. “We’re really going to be married.” Her voice carried a hint of awe as well as uncertainty.
He took her hands and lifted one to his mouth to press a kiss on the back of her glove. “Nothing will stop us.”
She squeezed his hands before letting him go. “Until tomorrow.”
“When the future shall be ours.”
She picked up her sketchbook and blew him a kiss before departing the room. The air lost all vitality, and David couldn’t help but glance toward the bed and think of opportunities lost.
Tomorrow suddenly felt like a lifetime.
No, tomorrow was the start of it.
