Page 72 of Never Say Duke
Sighing happily, she rested her cheek on his chest and snuggled close. “Did you ever think we would have all this?”
Theo pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
Every aspect of their life together was a dream come true. They’d carved a place in Society. His wife was brilliant with animals. Marlowe Castle had employed a second veterinarian, but was always thrilled when Virginia stopped by the aviary.
They divided their time between London, Christmas, and the marquessate’s country pile. Father was finally allowing Theo to take part in a few projects. He and the marquess weren’t quite bosom friends, but they were slowly learning how to work side-by-side. It was more than Theo had dared to hope.
Virginia lifted her head from Theo’s chest and hesitated. “When we were at the Duke of Azureford’s cottage—”
A black ball of fur streaked up the folly steps, hissed at them both, then disappeared into the basket of ice cream.
Theo sighed. So much for their treats. He grinned at Virginia. “When we were at Azureford’s?”
Her cheeks turned pink and she nodded. “You once said you found me… poetic.”
“Ialwaysfind you poetic.” He touched her cheek. “You have a gift, my love. You should write down some of your—”
She reached into her reticule and handed him a small book.
His mouth fell open.
“You published your poetry?” He thumbed through the pages in awe. His wife was the most talented, capable woman he knew. “This is marvelous. I cannot wait to tell everyone I know.”
“There’s only one copy,” she said in a rush, then bit her lip. “I thought you might like it.”
“I love it.” He swept her into his arms. “And I loveyou.”
For the rest of his life, he would keep her poems tucked next to his heart.
THE END
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