Not quite as glad to see Enyon jogging back to them, alone. His best friend was waving a hand and shouting, “Ollie! You all right? When I heard a gunshot, I about charged in then and there! But then when that bloke charged out—he was fast! Gave me the slip.”

“I’m all right!” More explanation than that he wasn’t going to shout for the whole island to hear.

Especially since his sister had just spotted their grandmother and had some shouting of her own to do. “Mamm-wynn! What are you doing out of bed? And here, of all places?”

Their grandmother laughed. “Saving the day, of course. I had to. All my favorites were here.”

It only took Oliver a few steps to realize that the adrenaline was ebbing away—and his side was absolutely on fire. He pressed a hand to it, wincing, and looked down to see blood seeping through the shawl.

Telford’s hand gripped his arm again. “Feeling it now, are you, old boy?”

“Perhaps a bit.”

He eased closer. “Well. I don’t imagine it’s life threatening.” He pitched his voice to a whisper too low to be heard by anyone else, given the dozen conversations going on all about them. “Which means you’ll be wanting to propose sooner or later this summer. I won’t object. And I won’t cut her off—emotionally, I mean. I couldn’t. She’s my sister.” He sent a hard glare up the beach in the direction Scofield must have disappeared. “Some of us know what that means.”

Libby had taken a step away to answer someone’s question about something, but she stepped close again now, smiling up into Oliver’s face. “Are you all right? Does it hurt? We’ll get you to a doctor straightaway.”

He smiled right back at her. “Doesn’t hurt a bit.” How could it? Telford had just handed him the most precious gift in the world. That sort of joy didn’t leave any room for pain.

Libby breathed in deeply of the riot of floral scents on the evening breeze, her gaze feasting on the colors available to it in the Abbey Gardens. Mr. Menna had ushered all the other tourists out an hour ago, but he’d let Oliver and her come in for a stroll, just instructing Oliver to lock the gate when he left.

Her hand was tucked into the crook of his elbow. And pure contentment flowed through her veins. “Do you think they’ll come to an agreement while we’re gone?”