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“Yes,” he said, and even without seeing his eyes, she heard the hesitation in his voice.
“How could you, Godric?” Her left hand curled into the back of his neck, her nails gently scraping against the short hairs there. “What if you’d succeeded in finding him? What if you never returned? I couldn’t bear it if—”
“I did find him,” he broke into her half-hysterical words. “He’s dead, Megs.”
She did draw back at that, staring in horror at him, and moaned. “Oh, no!”
He frowned, looking very confused. He opened his mouth, shut it, and then finally opened it again to ask cautiously, “I thought you wanted him dead in revenge for the murder of Roger Fraser-Burnsby?”
“Not at the risk of you being hurt or killed!” she nearly shouted.
He blinked. “I’m sorry … what?”
“I wasn’t thinking properly earlier. I should’ve made it clear that you mean more to me than revenging myself on the earl. I should’ve told you that it didn’t matter anymore—which wouldn’t have been strictly true, but really, Godric, it would’ve been better than you going off to get killed without even a word to me. If you’d gotten yourself killed tonight, I would’ve never, ever forgiven you and—”
She gave up at that point because he was looking even more bemused and obviously she hadn’t communicated her main point.
So she simply thrust both hands into his short hair and yanked his head down to kiss him.
Ah, there. The tightness of her chest relaxed a bit at the touch of his lips. He might not understand her words, but he was enthusiastic about her kiss, immediately opening her mouth farther and thrusting his tongue in. She hummed contentedly, stroking through his shorn hair, caressing the rim of his ear. He shuddered a bit and she wondered idly if his ears were particularly sensitive. If so—
He pulled back, staring at her in the dim carriage, his brows still knit. “Megs?”
Oh, right. She still hadn’t told him. Well, it was his own fault; his mouth was simply delicious.
“I love you,” she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion. “I love you utterly and completely. I love your elegant hands and the way you smile with only one side of your mouth—when you smile at all—and I love how grave your eyes are. I love that you let me invade your house with nearly my entire family and yours, and never even turned a hair. I love that you made love to me when I asked you, purely for politeness’ sake, and I love that you got mad at me later and made me make love to you. I love that you let Her Grace and her puppies construct a nest out of your shirts in your dressing room. I love that you’ve spent years selflessly saving people in St. Giles—although I want you to stop right now. I love that you killed a man for me, even if I’m still mad at you about it. I love that you saved my letters before we even knew each other well, and I love the curt, overly serious letters you wrote to me in return.”
She looked at him very seriously.
“I love you, Godric St. John, and now I’m breaking my word. I will not leave you. You may either come with me to Laurelwood or I’ll stay here with you in your musty old house in London and drive you mad with all my talking and relatives and … and exotic sexual positions until you break down and love me back, for I’m warning you that I’m not giving up until you love me and we’re a happy family with dozens of children.”
She paused at that point because she’d run out of breath and looked at him.
His face had gone still and for a moment her heart sank and she had to fortify herself for a battle.
But then his mouth quirked like that and he said, “Exotic sexual positions?”
And she knew even before he said anything else that it was all going to be fine—more than fine. It was going to be wonderful.
Still she listened attentively when he said, “Much as I’d like you to convince me to fall in love with you by the use of exotic sexual positions, you don’t need to. I’ve loved you, Meggie mine, since you sent that second letter.”
He might’ve said more, but she had to interrupt him at that point to kiss him again.
Long moments later she drew back to frown as sternly as she could at him. “No more Ghost.”
“No more Ghost,” he agreed docilely, his hands busily shoving the velvet cloak off her shoulders. He laid his open mouth against her bare shoulder and she shivered, gasping.
“I have a confession to make,” he whispered in her ear.
She just barely managed to open her eyes. “Yes?”
His eyes were dark and laughing. “I didn’t agree to bed you for politeness’ sake.”
He bent back to her shoulder, and after that there was no more conversation, which was just as well.
She had other matters to concentrate on.
FOUR WEEKS LATER …
