Adelaide hummed a laugh, linking her hands behind his neck. “Well, as neither of us are leaving this marriage, we do have some time. In a few weeks, there will be even more opportunities for practice.”

That seemed to interest him, his dark eyes turning somehow darker. “Indeed?”

“Indeed,” she replied with a suggestive quirk of her brow. “Near constant, I’d say. If and when you like.”

He kissed her again, long, slow, and lingering, lighting up parts of Adelaide she did not know existed. “I’ll always like to, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers. “I’ll always love. And if you’re willing, I would dearly love to stay with you tonight, just to hold you.”

If a heart could melt, hers did then. She tugged him closer and touched her brow and nose to his. “I would dearly love for you to stay with me every night; what do you say to that?”

Harrison’s beautiful, captivating grin blinded her. It was immediately followed by his kiss, which ignited her. After which, they returned to the house, where he held and kissed his son, which delighted her.

And that night, as her husband held her in his arms, Adelaide told him again how she loved him, which enraptured them both for many, many months to come.

Epilogue

Epilogue

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.”

“You are the one who suggested this! I would have been perfectly content to remain at home with the children, but you said you had a surprise for me, and that I only needed to pack a few things!”

“Yes, but I didn’t intend for us to have somewhere to go every single night. There is nothing I hate more than being pointlessly busy.”

Adelaide shook her head and frowned out of the carriage window, which made Harrison grin secretly. He was not all that bitter about coming to London for the beginning of the Season, and it really was a surprise he had planned for his wife.

It was just too much fun to prod her, even after four years of marriage.

She had not been to London since Taran had been born, and with the arrival of his twin sisters just a year later, Trevadden had been rather bustling with children. Yet still, Adelaide had found time to host teas and luncheons, visit the mines to look in on the bal maidens, arrange charity work for the local villages, and drag Harrison to every ball and soiree Cornwall had to offer.

He had only ever heard her complain about Cornwall once in all that time, and it was only a complaint that Cornwall was so far from Scotland, where her cousin Anna lived with her husband.