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I thought of the register left open in my study.

None of its pages explained what had just occurred.

I decided to burn the last one and keep the others, which concerned roofing.

She smiled and slid her hand across my chest.

“Must we remain in this drawing room?”

“No.”

“Good.”

She took my hand and led me toward the stairs.

This time, I sought no other meaning in her gesture.

She walked ahead of me.

She was choosing me.

Chapter 21

ELIZABETH

I did not lead Fitzwilliam to his chamber.

I led him to mine.

The connecting door had remained closed since our departure for London. I walked through, then threw open both panels between our apartments.

“I don't want it closed anymore,” I declared.

He stood behind me, so close his warmth reached my back.

“Never?”

“Not when we are alone at Pemberley.”

“The servants will develop quite an intimate knowledge of our habits.”

I turned around.

“You promised me you would no longer let propriety decide for us.”

“That promise I can keep.”

He kissed me before I could respond.

I knew his mouth now, but love transformed even what desire had taught me. Every caress seemed to carry meaning. When he took my face in his hands, I felt his trust. When he waited for me to part my lips, I recognized his patience. When he murmured my name, I heard the fear he had finally set down.

I began to undo his cravat.

“We are expected at dinner,” he reminded me.

“Send a message.”

“What reason should I give?”