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198 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 26, 2018

“You give me a headache.”
“Give me about fifteen minutes and I can take that headache away,” he says with a suggestive grin.
I snatch my coat and turn to him. “By medicating me? How kind of you.”
His brows lift sharply. “Goodness. We’re calling that medicating now?”
My cheeks warm as I step closer, carding my fingers through his hair. “You’re an absolute beast, you realise. Be on your best behaviour tonight and perhaps we’ll sneak away early.”
James gives me his best ‘good boy’ smile as he stands. “On my mother’s life. Do I look presentable?”
I take a moment to admire him, smoothing the lapels of his jacket. “You look like the sort of man I could fall in love with.”
His eyes widen a fraction and then narrow. “I’m going to kick my own arse.”
“Very insistent tonight, aren’t you?”
“Have you seen yourself? No one could possibly blame me.”
“Flatterer.” His eyes are positively shining with want as he ducks in to kiss me. It drags some of the annoyance right out of me and I lean into him, head swimming.
“Not at all; I’m just a man hopelessly attracted to the love of his life,” I mumble.
“You’re so sweet.” His lips travelling across my cheek, down my jaw, mouthing lazily at my throat. I begin to lose myself in that, eyes shut, head tipped. A part of me is forgetting just why James is dressed again.”
“James tips his chin up, defiant. “Even if they did, I would simply steal dear William out of the country where no one would find us. I worked awfully hard to get him, you know, and I’ll not allow anyone to separate us now.”
I can’t take my eyes off this ridiculous man of mine. Were we not subjected to an audience, I’d be kissing him senseless. As it is, I can’t help but squeeze his hand tight, and I suspect the look on my face is utterly sappy and adoring and my cheeks are undoubtedly cherry-red. He has that effect on me more than I’d care to admit.”
“Because it got better. Because there you were, and you made it better. You made me better, sweetheart.”
"I'd not trade you for any such normalcy. [...] You and your ridiculous business names and poetry and eating biscuits in bed..."