Page 111 of Give Him a Chance

His beautiful wife-to-be laughed as she took his hand. “Do you think I would make an excellent spy?”

“Well, yes,” Bertram had to admit. “And you didn’t even lie.”

All the excitement had gotten to him, one way or another…and he was about to enjoy a lie down…

Bertram pulled Lucy forward and the two of them started to rush up the staircase, their muffled laughter echoing down the hallway.

Only when they had half-stepped, half-stumbled into his bedchamber did Bertram halt and look seriously at the woman he loved. “If you’d rather wait—the wedding, I mean. Now that we have your father’s blessing and connections, we’re getting a special license. We only have to wait a week—”

Lucy closed the door behind her and leaned against it with the most openly desirous expression in her face. Bertram immediately started unbuttoning his trousers. “If you think I am going to wait another week before having you, Bertram Moray, Viscount Moray, you are quite wrong.”

Bertram’s breath hitched as he reached for the woman he adored. “Never happier to be more so…”