“I made a mess of things, Arthur,” she said. And I’m sorry for it.”
His smile emerged then to light the room for her. She hoped that his smile would light rooms in her home, and in her heart, for the rest of her life.
He stepped toward her, and took her into his arms, almost as if he was afraid that she might get away. “I’ll only be sorry if you refuse me again. Serena Davenport, will you marry me?”
“Arthur...”
“Before you say no again, know this. If I have to ride over to your father’s house every day from now until we both are eighty to ask you that question again, I will. Answer me now, and make us both happy.”
She felt her heart swell with joy and love in a surge that was almost painful. Serena pressed herself against him, and before she kissed the man she would love all her life, she answered him.
“Yes.”
How To Bed A Baron Page 6