Gavin drained the contents of his goblet and then bowed ceremoniously before taking her hand. He led her to the center of the room and Gwen smiled. “Follow my lead, kind sir,” she said. She proceeded to teach him what she called a “two-step.” It wasn’t long before Gavin was twirling her around the room, and when the music ended, he kissed her hand.

“My turn,” Isabelle called, standing.

“Perfect.” Gwen smiled. “I’ll play while Gavin teaches you the steps.”

’Twas rather odd that when Gwen sat next to him, she just stared at the keys with a look upon her face that belied her seconds earlier enthusiasm to play. ’Twas another long moment before she whispered an explanation, “You know, it’s really rather stupid, but somehow playing the piano in the past always made me sad, more alone than I actually was.” She turned to him. And when she bit her lip, he ran his finger down the side of her face.

“A stroke for courage, love.” When his wife’s eyes filled with tears, he asked, “What’s this?”

She reached up, cupping his face with her delicate hands to bring him closer. “Everything I ever wanted is right here in this room, Greylen,” she whispered for his ears only.

Good God, he loved this woman. “I’d not find the words to say it better.” He kissed her, then motioned with his head to the keys. “Play, sweet.”

It took but a moment for her to find the right placement, and then she laughed finding her stride, shocking them all as she played beautifully.

Greylen studied Gwen’s hands, adding to her delight when he followed beside her. She gave him an incredible smile, which he returned. And now he was the one who was laughing, having more fun than he could ever remember.

Anna came in and announced dinner, and as he glanced up, he couldn’t help but notice the warm look she exchanged with his mother. When he and Gwen finished their piece, Gavin escorted Isabelle and their mother to the table. He and Gwen remained where they were.

He shook his head as he stared at her. “You never cease to amaze me, Gwen.” He laughed as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “One day, love, I’m going to bite it for you,” he warned.

“You already have,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t remind me,” he growled.

“I like it when you bite me.” She grinned.

They laughed their way to the table and Greylen held her chair. He remained standing, raising his glass ceremoniously. “To the first of many joyous nights together. May the warmth that fills this chamber last throughout our lifetimes.” They touched their goblets together before drinking to his toast.

“Greylen, how did you learn to play the harpsichord?” Gwen asked as they began to eat.