“Truly. We all have different ideas of heaven, don’t we? For my first husband, clouds and harps would have been torture. I have to hope he’s found the Norse heaven,where the men fight battles every day and rise from the dead to fight again.”
“Why on earth would anyone want that?”
“As I said, different blessings and curses. Thank you for agreeing to sell the town house to us. I don’t know what it is about it, but I believe we can be happy there.”
“I gather it’s not part of the entailment, and I can see no use to us for many years, especially as you’ve agreed to introduce Isabella to the world in due course. It’s odd to think she’s my stepdaughter when she generally terrifies me with her haughty ways.”
Kitty chuckled. “You hide it well. She’ll improve in time, I think, and be off your hands entirely in a few years. You know that you and the children will be welcome at the town house at any time.”
“That will be rarely. Country life suits us very well.”
“All’s well that ends well, indeed.”
The first dance ended, and Kitty captured her husband as partner for the next.
First he steered her beneath the mistletoe.
Kitty put on a frown. “I believe, sir, that a couple’s supposed to kiss only once beneath the mistletoe, and this would be our third.”
“Fourth. I never forget a kiss, and I know which rules to ignore. Happy Christmas, Mrs. Braydon.”
Their kiss was light, but special, as always. Then Sillikin gave a little yip.
“You object?” Braydon said, looking down.
“Simply agreement, yes?” Kitty said to her dog.
“Yip!”
Braydon chuckled. He, too, had fallen into the habit of talking to the spaniel, though perhaps he didn’t understand the responses as well.Yet.
