“There is no proof.”
She touched his chest and pleaded with her eyes. “But what if they do?”
“Only Captain Wilkes had reason to see me dead, and of course, that was because of your sister.”
Camilla leaned her head against him. The tender look in his soft gaze made her heart melt. “You are my life, Mr. Worthington, and I want to be right by your side forever.”
He tightened his arms around her. “You are my life, also, and I live for you and my children.”
Tears of joy stung her eyes, and she buried her face in his chest. Her love for this man grew, making her heart swell.
“Malcolm, do you know how happy you have made me?”
He withdrew only inches, gazing down into her eyes. His smile stretched across his face. “And you have completed my life, and the lives of my children. What more could I ask for?”
She chuckled and traced her finger across his bottom lip. “How about another child?”
With a growl, he pulled her to him and kissed her lips for only a moment before he led her toward the safety of their house. “How soon can we get started?”
Epilogue
Camilla nodded toLady Burwell as they stood inside the ballroom. The other woman lifted a glass of wine to her lips and sipped. Due to her pregnancy, Camilla didn’t want to drink any wine. Although she had just discovered she was pregnant a week ago, she didn’t want to harm the child in any way.
The past six weeks had seemed a dream. A wonderful dream where only Malcolm and their children resided. After Broderick’s rescue, she and Malcolm remained on their best behavior so as not to draw suspicion. It must have worked, because everyone treated them like royalty after that. They had even gone to the Burwells’ on a few occasions for dinner parties. After all, the name Malcolm Worthington was popular in the community since he had broken away from his partners and started doing business on his own. It also helped that he’d found the evidence against Mr. Clarkston for stealing the drawings, which got the man arrested.
Camilla glanced around the crowded room and smiled. The women now treated her as their equal instead of the loathsome creature who had attended the Burwells’ weekend party not long ago. Camilla had impressed them all. Mainly her own husband.
And speaking of Malcolm…
She spotted him with a group of men. The smile he wore was fixed upon his face as if he struggled to keep it there. The poorman still had to endure the foolish talk about politics he had loathed.
Malcolm lifted his gaze to hers. Even from across the room, his eyes sparkled with love. He motioned his head toward the side doors, and she nodded.
“Excuse me, Lady Burwell,” Camilla said, cutting the older woman off in mid-sentence, “but I need to step outside for a moment. The heat in the room is smothering me, and I feel I might have the vapors.”
Lady Burwell gasped and touched Camilla’s arm. “Oh dear. Will you need help?”
“No need to fear. My kind husband will attend me.”
The other women in the circle nodded and smiled. Camilla tried to walk with calm reserve, but her heartbeat pounded a fast rhythm, and she quickened her step. She narrowed her eyes and looked through the shadows. A few couples stood along the white picket fence near the shrubbery, but none had ventured further into the yard, since it wasn’t lit properly.
Then she saw him. The moonlight outlined his masculine shoulders and the curves of his face as he peeked around a section of shrubbery. She grinned and casually strolled toward him. As she neared, he reached out and grabbed her waist, quickly pulling her inside a darkened cove.
“I missed you, my love.”
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his waiting lips. She met his demanding kiss with an urgency of her own, until he pulled away and smiled down at her.
“Why, you scandalous devil.” She chuckled. “If we are caught, our names will be ruined.”
“No. The men will be jealous, and the ladies will wish they were here with a man, too.”
She playfully slapped his shoulder. “You are just horrible.”
He tilted his head. “I’m quite certain I can change your mind, love.”
“And exactly how do you propose to do that, my dear husband?”
“Marry me. Tomorrow.”
