“You’re right,” William agreed.
“I will take care of it,” Lord Hawthorne said as he mounted his horse. “The constable in the village over owes me a favor.”
William turned towards their vehicle. “I don’t suppose anyone knows how to drive a coach?” he asked.
“I do,” Evie said, stepping forward.
“Absolutely not!” Lord Haddington declared. “You are not going to drive that coach!”
Evie put a hand on her hip and frowned. “Whyever not?”
“Because I will.”
“I can drive the coach, Reginald,” Evie argued with a fierce glare.
Lord Haddington walked over to the coach and stepped up to take the driver’s seat. “What would the townsfolk think if they saw a woman drive a coach?”
“What would they think if they saw a lord driving a coach?” Evie countered.
“You can ride in the back with Grenton and Miss Holbrooke,” Lord Haddington said, reaching for the reins.
“I think not,” Evie retorted. “I will ride next to you.”
“If you think I am going to let you sit next to me, then you have another thing coming!”
As Evie and Lord Haddington squabbled, William leaned over and kissed Georgie on the cheek. “I will love you today, tomorrow, and for as long as I live,” he whispered in her ear. “Just promise me that we will never be like them.”
Georgie giggled. “I promise.”
Epilogue
One week later
Grenton whistled as he walked down the pavement. He was getting odd looks from the people he passed, but he didn’t care. He was in a jovial mood, and nothing was going to change that.
He had been married for about a week, and he had just met with his man of business about a wedding gift that he had just secured for his wife. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when he presented it to her. Unfortunately, that was going to have to wait, since he’d agreed to meet his friends at White’s.
As he approached the gentlemen’s club, a liveried servant opened the door, and he stepped inside. He saw his friends in the back of the room and raised his hand in greeting. He skirted the tables and joined them.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” he greeted cheerily.
Hugh gave him an apprehensive look. “Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?”
William laughed. “I do believe that marriage agrees with me.”
“Oh, please; you have only been married for a week,” Hugh huffed as he brought his glass to his lips. “Just wait until the novelty of it all wears off.”
A server approached the table and replaced their empty glasses with new ones.
Hawthorne reached for a glass and said, “It is good to see you looking well. We haven’t seen much of you or Lady Grenton lately.”
“We’ve been busy,” William smirked.
“Will you be joining us at Lady Westgate’s ball tomorrow night?” Hawthorne asked.
William nodded. “It will be our first event as a married couple.”
“Run, Grenton,” Hugh muttered. “Once you start attending these events with your wife, you will never be able to hide away in your study during them again.”
