Page 64 of Hot Duke Summer

T he return of the lost Sheffield ladies was the sensation of London. Undoubtedly, that was the reason for the crowd outside of the church when her brother, Christopher, helped Jen from the coach. The people cheered. Some threw flowers. Others called out blessings for the bride.

Christopher, who was fast becoming as dear to her as he must have been when they were infants, stopped on the steps. “Just remember,” he said. “I am always here for you. I have missed you for most of my life, and I don’t want to lose you now that I have you back.”

Right there on the steps of the church, Jen threw her arms around her brother and hugged him. “You will never lose me,” she vowed. “I love you, Chris.”

He hugged her back. “I love you, too, Jen. But I guess you are going to insist on me sharing you with Frome. Are you ready?” he asked.

Jen nodded. Ready to marry Worth and spend the rest of her life with him? Absolutely.

She put her hand on Christopher’s arm and he led her into the church. It might have been packed. The organ might have been playing. Mammi and dear Aunt Eloise might have been watching. Only one person mattered.

Worth stood at the head of the aisle, his eyes fixed on hers, and Jen smiled as she walked toward her future.

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