Page 45 of Marrying a Marquess (Widows of Mayfair #3)

“D o you remember the day of our wedding?” Priscilla asked her husband of four years. It was their anniversary, and they were picnicking near a wildflower field on their country estate. Their two children, Thomas, the heir, age three, and Scarlett, ten months, were napping in the nursery.

Nick leaned across the blanket and kissed her cheek. “Best day of my life.”

Her cheeks heated. “Mine as well. We never had a honeymoon.”

Nick lay on the blanket on his back and held out his arms. “Come here.”

She snuggled up against him. His arms immediately held her tight, and she sighed with contentment.

“Would you like to go on one now? We could tour the continent?” His lips found the sensitive spot beneath her ear that always made her melt.

“Not really. I was making a statement. I didn’t and don’t need a honeymoon. I feel as though we’ve been on one for the past four years. Besides, I don’t want to leave the children. Hmmm, keep doing that, and you might get to have your way with me.”

More kisses. “Do you promise?”

“Always. Why do you think I prepared our picnic so far from the estate where no one would see us?”

“My wife—always thinking of everything.” His arms dropped to the blanket. “Climb on up, my love, I’m all yours.”

Priscilla straddled his lap, her favorite place to be, and took them on a blissful journey filled with contentment, serenity, and pure, pure love.

THE END