Page 116 of Go, Rogue

Andrew harrumphs loudly at the mention of his sister and her beau.

“Behave,” Catherine says, patting his arm. “The Inspector is a fine man. Now, let’s go have our luncheon. I am quite starved and we’ve a great deal to celebrate.”

“Aye.” He hands them a copy of the New York Herald and the New York Tribune. “It’s official as of this morning. Parliament has revoked the charter of the East India Company.”

“Cheers to that,” Violet says.

“Indeed,” Catherine agrees. “To the end of a terrible era.”

“Hear, hear,” Andrew echoes. “Down with the English!”

“I beg your pardon,” Catherine says, eyebrow raised. “I’ll have you know I am English.”

“Aye, I know it.” He pulls her close. “And I forgive you for it, lass. But only because you’ve agreed to live with me in the wilds of Scotland.”

“Hmph,” she says, but she knows the light in her eyes gives her away. “It was the best place to start my Ladies’ School for Self-Defense. Scottish lasses take to fighting like fish to water. Now let me go before this enormous babe of yours has something to say about it. The child’s not shy about making their wishes known to my poor ribcage.”

He eases his hug and kisses her again. “As you wish, my love,” he says and then offers her his arm. “Off to luncheon, my lady.”

“Just Catherine, please,” she says and slips her arm in his. It is the only place she ever wants to be. Side by side with him, just Catherine and Andrew. Always.

The End