Thus far, being married was a great deal of fun.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Matt closed the door on his valet, then turned toward Grace. “Not only have I been advised we are expected across the street, I’ve been reminded that this is Good Friday, and we have a church service to attend.” Matt gazed down grinning at what must be the most wanton-looking countess in London. Her hair, a riot of messy curls, was spread out over her and around the pillows as she sprawled naked on the sheets. “Bolton is here and has your bathwater ready.”
Grace sat up, pushing back her hair. “I’m hungry.”
He gave a bark of laughter. Other than making love, the only thing they’d done was eat. He took her hand and pulled her up. “You’re always hungry. If you want food, you’ll have to bathe. I cannot have my countess appearing at church appearing less than respectable.”
Her eyes flew open. “Less than—what do you mean?”
He turned her toward a mirror. She was delectable, but he doubted she’d agree.
“Oh no. What a fright I look, and you didn’t say a word.”
“You look like what you are, a well-sated wife.” He handed Grace her dressing gown. “My wife and I love you just as you are.”
She pulled a face as she stared into the mirror. “You must be besotted if you like my appearance now.”
Matt kissed her. “Considering I had something to do with it, I dare not complain.”
“No. You’re right about that.” She turned into his arms.
“My lady, your water is getting cold.” Bolton’s voice boomed through the door.
“Coming, Bolton.” Grace closed her eyes for a moment, then gazed up at him.
“My lord?” Timmons, his valet, called. “You must dress if you’re going to be on time.”
Matt grinned and imagined many mornings of these conversations. “Yes, I know. I’ll be there directly.”
Gathering her in his arms again, Worthington kissed her. “I’ll see you soon.”
Grace melted into his arms. “Yes.”
* * *
Bolton grumbled as she combed out Grace’s curls. “I don’t suppose his lordship could have let you braid your hair?”
Grace laughed. “I don’t recall the matter coming up.” Though other subjects had. “I’ll ask him, if you like.”
“I’d be surprised if it’ll do any good.” Bolton shook her head. “I remember well your mother’s maid complaining.”
Grace donned the morning gown she’d worn yesterday, this time with stays, then returned to their chambers. How she loved the sound of that. She leaned against the door and watched as he tied his cravat. “Don’t be long, will you?”
“No, it’s just this cravat. I’ll be along soon.” He eyed her morning gown. “You’re not wearing that?”
“Naturally, I am not, but I never dress until the children have eaten. It won’t take me long.” She blew him a kiss, left the house, and walked across the square. From Royston to the tweenie who cleaned the parlor, her household servants were lined up to wish her happy.
Her butler bowed. “My lady, the staff would like to congratulate you on your marriage.”
Tears of joy started in her eyes as she greeted each one and thanked them. “Oh, my. I didn’t expect this. Thank you so much.”
A few minutes later, Matt entered and was congratulated as well. “Come, my dear. We must break our fast and go to church.”
When they entered the breakfast room, Mr. Winters and Miss Tallerton stood and began clapping. The children joined in.
Charlotte rose. “We are so happy for you.”
