“I’ll help you through it.” She squeezed his fingers.
He brushed his lips against hers. “But I promised I would never let you go. And I meant it.”
“I won’t let you go either.” Petra wrapped her arms around him. “Ever.”
Epilogue
The breeches he’d had made for Petra were his best idea in years, but incredibly distracting. She looked absolutely smashing in them. He could see the outline of her gorgeous legs as well as her other attributes. Brendan found it difficult to take his eyes from her backside.
“How about this?” She held up a small white stone. “Anything?”
She sounded so hopeful he decided to humor her. Petra rarely picked up anything of value. Her job as geologist’s assistant was more to keep her close to him than anything. “Maybe.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.” She tossed the rock to the side. “I’m not very good at this.”
“You’re bloody terrible,” Brendan agreed. “Your talents lie in another direction.”
His wife bent over to pick up a different stone, giving Brendan yet another delicious view of her backside. He took off his hat and fanned himself. The day was unseasonably warm with just a hint of the impending autumn. Soon, he and Petra would have to leave the relative safety of Somerton and venture to London for the upcoming holidays.
“Thismustbe something.” Petra held up another rock, smooth and brown with a thin line of green.
“It is something,” Brendan assured her, remembering the pebble he’d found so long ago that reminded him of her eyes.
She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, leaving a streak of dirt across her cheek in the process before she smiled back at him. “Finally.”
Brendan’s fears had quieted in the last month, though the terror was still there, buried away. His love for Petra had only deepened since they had wed in the village church in Castleton. He’d offered to be married in London, but Petra had refused. He had sensed she wasn’t ready to see her parents. But if they were in London for the holidays, Petra would have to confront Lord and Lady Marsh then. He did not want to be the cause of her estrangement from her parents.
“Brendan. You’re not even looking at it.” She held up the rock again, wiggling it before his eyes. “What if it’s something precious?”
With one step he reached his beloved wife, wondering how he’d survived so long without her. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly to his heart.
“Very precious indeed.”
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