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“I doubt it.”
“Regardless, I have no doubt that my grandmother will be delighted.”
“I hope so.” He turned to face her with a boyish grin on his lips. “How long do you think it will take Phineas to secure champagne?”
Daphne rose onto her tiptoes and murmured, “I think we have time for another kiss.”
Epilogue
Five years later
“Blasted criminal,” Guymumbled under his breath as he chased the suspect down the street. Why did criminals always choose to run, despite the odds of them getting away being rather small?
He watched as the suspect turned into an alleyway, and he decreased his speed, knowing there was no outlet. Retrieving his pistol, he stepped into the foul-smelling alley. Up ahead, he saw the suspect’s head poking out from behind an abandoned straw mattress in the corner.
“You can come out now,” he ordered.
The tall, lanky man rose and put his hands up. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he declared. “You have to believe me.”
“I don’t,” he replied. “But you can tell that to the judge.”
He heard Lord Oliver’s amused voice come from behind him. “Do any criminals accept fault for what they did?”
“Very rarely,” Guy remarked.
The suspect lowered his hands. “What if you just let me go free?”
“Why would I do that?” Guy asked. “You were trying to assassinate cabinet members.”
The suspect shrugged. “We could box for it.”
Guy lifted his brow. “You think you could beat me in a round of fisticuffs?”
“I do.”
Oliver chuckled as he leaned his shoulder against the brick wall. “I think you should do it,” he encouraged.
The suspect balled his hands into fists and brought them in front of him. “I won’t hurt you, old man.”
“Old man?” Guy repeated in surprise, tucking the pistol into the waistband of his trousers. “You believe me to be old?”
“You have to be at least forty,” the suspect said.
“Not quite.”
The suspect advanced towards him and threw a punch, which Guy easily sidestepped. He pulled his fist back and jabbed the man in the jaw.
As the suspect staggered back, Guy asked, “Are you sure you wish to continue?”
“That was a lucky punch.”
Guy chuckled. “I may be old, but I can still beat you rather soundly.” He approached the man and hit him in the stomach, causing him to double over.
The suspect put his hand up. “I give up,” he said, gasping for air.
“That was the first wise thing you’ve done all day,” Guy remarked as he grabbed the man’s arm and jerked him into a standing position. “Now you are going to jail.”
Oliver straightened from the wall, mirth in his eyes. “I am glad we don’t have to carry this one to jail.”
