Page 85 of Lord Appleby's Gorgeous Imposter
“He does.”
“He should,” he said like a man who would scold another if he treated a woman badly.
She grinned. “Thank you, George. I want you to be happy. To find a young lady who loves you for the fine gentleman you are.”
“You are kind, Viv. A real lady. I wish you many happy days.”
*
She stood bythe window and watched George mount his very fine black stallion.
Behind her, her husband wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped kisses to her temple. “Is he well?”
“He will be.”
“What will that take?” Tate turned her in his arms and smoothed the backs of his fingers over the arch of her cheek.
“When he continues to see you are good to me—and that I love you with all my heart.” She reached up on her toes and brushed her lips across his.
Tate pressed her flush to his virile form. Clearly, he was not thinking of George at the moment. “Hmmm. Shall we find him a nice lass to cuddle up with at night?”
“A few smart girls have that plan already in force.” She wiggled out of his embrace, tossed her head at him, and headed toward the hall. There she stopped and faced him. “At the moment, I have my own plans in mind.”
He sauntered forward, chuckling. “Tending to your garden?”
“Actually,” she said, and cocked a brow at him, “I thought that was your job.”
He swung her up in his arms and headed up the stairs.
After all, they both knew from regular practice that some afternoons were best spent in bed.
THE CHALLENGES CONTINUE…
