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Both were too spent to do more than lay in a pool of bedding.

“I think we will not make breakfast this morning,” he said groggily.

Vivian’s lips curved. “We may not make midday tea either.”

His deep chuckles made her stomach do funny things, and she let out a sigh.

“I love you, Alexander Yarnsby.”

He lifted his head and hitched an eyebrow. “I hope so, Mrs. Yarnsby, since you have thoroughly seduced me.”

Epilogue

Spring 1818, Berkhamsted

“You absolutely must come for at least a month,” Penelope demanded. Draped across a settee in the sitting room of the huge Yarnsby home, she looked every bit a damsel in distress.

Her sister had been doing her best to convince both her and Clara to come to London to attend the balls.

“Clara’s title will do much more for you this season that I could ever hope for,” Vivian replied indulgently. “Even though Alexander has a title, he still refuses to use it.”

“What about when you have children? Won’t your first son have a right to it?” Penelope straightened when Mary entered with a tray. “Mary will you please convince my sister that it is imperative she come to London for my coming out.”

Vivian could not stand it any longer. “Very well. If you do not stop clamoring, my head will split in two.”

Although it was early morning, the day was already sunny. The duchess would arrive soon, and they planned to go birdwatching. It was exciting as they’d never ventured out in the area around Alexander’s family home. Later that day, once Clara and William arrived, a picnic was planned on the grounds.

“Married life suits you,” Penelope announced. “You’re glowing with happiness. I’m going to look like you when I marry Tommy.”

Unable to keep from it, Vivian let out a happy sigh. “I am so very happy.” She studied her sister for a moment. “Have you seen Gideon since his return?”

“He rarely leaves home. Lady Barrow says she is afraid he may have some sort of ill-affect after being away at war for so long.”

“Poor dear,” Vivian said. “You should make an effort. Go visit him.”

Penelope sat up and shook her head. “I tried and he practically threw me out. I am not going to put myself out to be mistreated. I promised Lady Barrow to attempt again. Perhaps I will bring a stick and beat him with it, if he acts the same.”

“He did seem changed,” Vivian replied. “If anyone can get someone out of their shell however, it is you dear sister. It is a challenge you will definitely fight and win.”

“Of course, I will win,” Penelope said. “I never lose a fight.”

* * *

Two days later, they traveled to Lark’s Song, where they were to spend the next week. Alexander insisted it would be easier for everyone to gather if closer to the Duke and Duchess. Vivian had to agree. As much as she loved the huge estate where she now lived, it was much too far from everyone.

Alexander had left the day before along with, Clara and the others. Vivian considered that she’d noticed Alexander being extra secretive the last few days.

“Mary?” she asked her companion. “Have you heard anything from Harold about my husband’s latest project? He and William have meet with an army of men as of late. He insists it has to do with building the larger stables, but they have never gone out and walked around the grounds.”

Her companion shook her head. “I can ask Thomas,” she said referring to the coachman, who Mary was sweet on. Thomas had already declared himself, they were just waiting on their parents to arrive to make is formal.

Vivian looked forward to entertaining both Thomas’ and Mary’s parents. She’d insisted rooms be prepared for them on the bottom floor. There were enough for an army of servants.

Upon nearing Lark’s Song, Thomas rode past the normal turn, and continued down a narrow road.

“Where are we going?” Vivian asked.

Mary stuck her head out the window and called out to Thomas, asking the same question. She ducked back in. “He said to be following Mr. Alexander’s instructions.”