Page 41 of Master of Games
“Of course,” she pushed up on tiptoe, kissing his mouth again. She knew he still felt insecure about his struggles, but she didn’t care about them a whit. Had she thought Caden vapid or morally bankrupt?
He was the strongest, most amazing man.
“Thank you.” They started up the stairs, leaving the staff behind. Making their way into the bedroom once again, Tabbie crossed to the small secretary, pulling out the necessary supplies.
“To whom shall I address your letter and what shall I say?”
“The task can wait…”
“I’m too nervous still to eat. Tell me what you wish to say.”
Caden drew in a breath. And then he began to speak the short and direct note.
Dear members of the Duke Fraternity,
I’m happy to share that Lord Whitehouse will never plague you again. It has been my honor to stand by your side these last few years. Never forget that our mission is not just one of merriment, but a preparation for life’s next great adventure.
All my best to future club endeavors. This is my official retirement notice.
Best,
Master of Games
EPILOGUE
Tabbie stood just outside the tea house doors, her hand on her father’s arm. “This is a good idea,” he softly murmured as he touched her hand.
“Getting married?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes. That. But also, making this memory here. It helps, I think, to bring new bright memories to this place.”
Tabbie hoped so. It had been her intent. But also…
Marrying in the new tea house made her feel as though her mother was here. Taking part in their wedding.
She heard the soft strains of the violin, her cue to enter the doors. As she did, she saw Ironheart standing next to the vicar, his eyes on her.
His smile was matched only by her own as she floated toward him.
Just outside, storm clouds began to roll, filling the sky and letting her know, her wish had come true.
Her mother was watching.
The ceremony passed over her in a haze, the feelings so deep, though, that she somehow held every moment in her heart.
And when the vicar declared them man and wife, Caden’s searing kiss sealed their bond and stole her breath.
When he finally lifted his head, her dazed gaze met his. “What’s next?”
He gave her a devilish smile, his fingertips stroking down her cheek. “I can think of a few things…”
“Really, such as?” she asked as they made their way back outside, the small assembly not quite following them yet.
“How do you feel about making love in the rain?” he whispered close to her ear.
Her breath caught. There were some definite perks to marrying a former rake…