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“I’ve not decided yet. Since I’m not old and tired”—he grinned at Papa—“I’m not ready to abandon the life, but there is always the possibility. If I find something worth moving for.”
“Or perhaps someone worth moving for?” Aunt Margaret said.
The rest of the ride was taken up with ideas for homes to purchase, since Papa didn’t want to permanently move into the townhouse Amy and Aunt Margaret called home, though he actually owned the dwelling.
Michael glanced out the window. “It appears we’ve arrived.”
The four of them reached the front door just as Weston opened the door. “Good evening, my lords, my ladies. Allow me to take your garments.”
He helped them all out of their coats and directed them to the drawing room. “The rest of the group has gathered there.”
When Amy entered the room, the first person she saw was William. He looked especially splendid in dark trousers, a stark-white shirt and cravat, and a colorful waistcoat under his dark-blue jacket. He broke away fr
om the O’Neill sisters and Mr. Davidson and Mr. Rawlings. She noticed that Mr. Colbert and Lady Wethington were deep in conversation separate from the group.
It appeared they were the last of the guests to arrive.
“Good evening, Amy, Lord Winchester, Lord Davenport, Lady Margaret.” William reached out for Amy’s hand and squeezed it. “I would like to speak with you for a moment.” He looked up at Papa. “May I have your permission to escort Lady Amy to the library for a moment?”
Papa’s face lit up. “Yes, yes. Of course.”
Amy’s heart began to thump as William led her out of the room and down the corridor to the library. “What do you want?” She licked her dry lips.
“This will only take a moment.”
“Is there something you want to show me?” She was becoming more nervous by the second.
“Um, perhaps.” He grinned at her as he opened the door. He bowed and waved toward the room. “My lady?”
“Is this about the murder investigation?” Lord, was that her voice squeaking like that?
“No.”
“What is it, then?”
He tapped her on the nose. “In a moment, sweetheart.”
Damnation, now was William going to pick up on that annoying habit? That took away some of her anxiety and replaced it with irritation. “Do not tap me on the nose. I am not a child.”
William grinned and turned his palms up. “My apologies.”
Amy sniffed and walked past him to the window, then turned. “What do you want?”
“Come here, Amy.” He held out his hand.
“William …”
“Come here.”
She sighed and walked over to him. He led her to the settee and urged her to sit. Then he did precisely what she was afraid he was going to do. He got down on one knee in front of her and took both of her hands in his.
“William, I’m not sure …”
“I am.” He took a deep breath. “Lady Amy Lovell, will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”
Good grief, her eyes filled with tears. Whatever was the matter with her? “Um, I wasn’t expecting this.” Lie number one. “I thought we were going to talk about the murder.” Lie number two. “I’m not sure my papa would approve.” Lie number three.
She considered him for a moment, an idea popping into her head. “Since you brought it up, however …”
