Page 79 of A Duke's Christmas Carol
Christmas had always been her favorite season, her love of it instilled in her by her mother. And she could not help but wonder if therehadbeen a ghost on the night that her carriage broke a wheel, a friendly phantom who loved her dearly, protecting her from a terrible fate. A ghost that had guided her straight to the love of her life, so that she might have a better future.
“What are you pondering?” Adrian asked, raising his head with a smile.
She chuckled at his perceptiveness. “Ghosts.”
“I hear you can frighten them off with rocks,” he said, pressing a kiss to her brow.
She shook her head, tracing her fingertips over the scar on his lips. “No… I think this one can stay.”
“I love you,” he murmured, laughing softly. “I love you and all of your oddities.”
She grinned in response. “As I love you, my darling, and all of yours.”
The End?
