Lewis hesitated.
“I suppose,” he admitted grudgingly.
“You know I’m right.”
“Hmph, you certainly like to think you are.”
“Have I ever led you astray?”
“Yes! I have lost count of all your wayward escapades.”
“But they’ve always left you smiling.”
“Ye-es. That is true.”
“Then take the advice from your loyal footman.” Penelope grinned.
“You’re silly.” Lewis smiled. “I’m going to bed before some form of giddy inspiration hits you.” He stood and leaned over to kiss her on her forehead.
Penelope gazed at him earnestly. “I promised to behave myself in Ermenbrough, and I shall. But you must think on my words, Lewis.”
“I will. Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow is a busy day of shopping, marrying, and celebrating. And you have tired me out. I think I shall rest easily now.”
“Happy to be of service,” Penelope answered.
“Come and bolt the door.”
“I shall once you are gone.”
“Good night, Pen.”
“Good night, Lew.”
Lewis waited in the corridor until he heard the bolt slide into place. Then he padded back to his own room. Changing into his nightshirt took a little longer without his valet. But it was only a bother for one night. Tomorrow, his bride would help him undress.
He ran his fingers down his torso, imagining they were Jillian’s. Her hands slipping his shirt from his shoulders. Her body pressed against his, skin to skin.
A rush of current surged within.
Lewis strode quickly to the basin on the stand beside his bed and splashed his face with cold water. He must set aside these thoughts, else he would never sleep. Tomorrow night, though… Ah, yes, he would be well tired then. They would fall asleep ineach other’s arms, her hair spread like strands of gold upon the pillow, her scent upon his body. Just one more night…
The sheets were cold and rough. Lewis tucked his feet into the fold of the blanket to warm them. As he drifted off, he smiled dreamily. Tomorrow night, he would not be cold at all.
