The Duchess Deal (Girl Meets Duke #1)(86)

“Good exercise for the shoulder, I hear. I tried to get Khan to waltz once, but he was hopeless.”

She laughed as he took her in his arms and swung her into the dance. One by one, other couples joined in, twirling in orbits around them.

He looked her up and down. “God, look at that gown.”

“I know. It’s like I wrapped myself in old curtains and then the chandelier fell and shattered all over me.”

He squinted and peered at it. “I was going to say it looks you sailed through the dark night like an angel and came back to earth covered in stars.”

She blushed at the compliment. “I needed something fit for a duchess.”

“That,” he said, “is fit for a goddess. But I still think it will look better as a pool on the floor.”

“You are impossible.”

“I will not deny it.” After guiding her through at few turns, he added, “Did I ever tell you why I married you?”

“I believe you did. I seem to recall meeting all your requirements.”

“True. But I wasn’t entirely honest. You exceeded the requirements, in every way. You were not only healthy enough to bear children, but strong enough to bear with me. A gentleman’s daughter—but one with the courage to stand up for herself against the whole of society. You’re educated, yes, but also you’re witty and damnably clever.”

“Pretty,” she filled in. “You did give me that one compliment. You called me pretty.”

“Well, I lied. I don’t find you pretty. I find you the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, inside and without.”

“There was one more, if I recall.” Oh, and Emma was curious to hear this. He was going to have to work hard to redeem that fifth one.

“Yes. The last reason is this: You’re here.”

Well. Interesting strategy, doubling down on the original insult. She hadn’t been expecting that.

“You’re here,” he repeated, taking her hand and drawing it against his chest, right above his pounding heartbeat. “In my heart. Somehow you crashed your way into it when I wasn’t looking. The same way you barged into my library, I suppose. But you’re here now, inside. Emma, you’re the very life of me.”

She could scarcely speak. “That was quite nicely said.”

“You think so?”

“Did you practice it on the way here?”

His chin pulled back in a gesture of offense. “No.”

“I wouldn’t think less of you for it.”

“Then yes, I did. But that doesn’t make it any less sincere.” He stroked his thumb down the space between her shoulder blades. “Can you possibly comprehend how much I love you?”

“I’m tempted to say yes. But I think I’d rather listen to you explain it some more.”

“It might take years.”

“I’m amenable to that. Of course, that means you’ll have to listen to all the reasons I love you.”

He grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Don’t worry. You’ve survived worse.”

“Yes. I suppose I have.” He smiled that slow, one-sided smile she’d come to adore.

And then, in front of everyone, he bent his head to give her a kiss.





Chapter Thirty-Two




“God’s liggens,” Ash grumbled when they finally reached his suite. “That was our last dinner party.”

“It was our first dinner party,” his wife pointed out.

“Precisely. One was enough. I thought they’d never go home.”

“It’s only ten o’clock. I thought our guests left rather early. We’d scarcely finished opening Christmas gifts.” She unloaded an armful of objects onto the bed. “I must say, Nicola’s is the most delicious.”

With that, Ash heartily agreed. He stole a bite of plum cake from the slice in Emma’s hand. “All her talk of science and precision is only a ruse, I tell you. That woman is a witch with an enchanted oven.” He plucked a mysterious knitted thing from the heap and dangled it from his thumb and forefinger. “What is this? Is it for the baby?”

“Perhaps. But who can know with Penny.” Emma took it from his hands and turned it this way and that. She counted the holes that one might surmise were meant for chubby infant arms and legs. “One, two, three, four . . .” She poked her finger through another round opening. “Five? Oh, Lord. I think she’s made us a jumper for the cat.”

“Good luck dressing him in it.”

She gave him a coy smile. “I think Khan appreciated your early Boxing Day gift.”

He went to the dressing table to remove his stickpin and undo his cuffs. “The man’s been going on and on about being owed a pension. I managed to get my revenge.”

“How is giving him a cottage at Swanlea a form of revenge?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He can’t get away from me now. He’ll be wishing he were a butler again when I send our son over for cricket lessons.”

“Oh, and there’s this one.” Emma sat on the bed. She lifted a hand-bound scrapbook into her lap and paged through it lovingly. “What a dear Alex was. I can’t imagine how much effort this must have taken, compiling all these headlines.”