It took me a while to thaw him out, but I’d always loved a good challenge, and much to my surprise and delight, we fell in love. So many good things had happened to me since I returned to England, I had to believe that this was where I was meant to be all along.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I can’t tell if you love me quite desperately or if you’re afraid you’re allergic to me.”

“The first one,” I said, knowing he was teasing me. “Definitely, the first one.”

“I love that look,” he said. His voice was full of tenderness. “At the risk of sounding proprietary, I like to think that look is just for me, that you’ll never look at anyone else quite like that.”

I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I’d never loved anyone as much as I loved Harrison Wentworth. In fact, feelings of this magnitude made me think a castle wedding might be required. As if we needed a building that big just to hold all of my feelings for this man.

My heart was so full I thought it might burst. Instead of suffocating him with my affection, I rested my head on his shoulder. He immediately leaned his cheek against the top of my head.

“I don’t care where we get married, Ginger, and if you decide that it’s a castle you want,” he said. “Then it’s a castle you’ll get.”

Well, didn’t that make my inner Disney princess swoon. A castle. I tried to picture it. It wasn’t as hard as you might think. As we left the city behind and headed south toward Brighton and the English Channel, I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild, trying to picture myself as a bride in a castle. In my mind, it was a beautiful spring day, the sun was warm, the breeze was cool, my dress was white, and I stood on the parapet, looking over the countryside. I half expected a robin to land on my outstretched hand and sing me a happy tune.

“Ginger, we’re here.” Harry’s voice was a low growl in my ear.

I burrowed against him, not wanting to wake up just yet. What had begun as a daydream about our wedding had turned into a full-on nap. My eyes felt gritty and my mouth was dry. I wasn’t positive but I thought there might be some dried-up drool in the corner of my lips. I glanced at Harry in alarm. He smiled.

“Still love you,” he said.

I grinned. “I love you, too. How long was I out?”