Perhaps the water isn’t so cold after all.
‘You, Verity Calthorpe, are the light of my life, the delight of my days, the wickedness of my nights and the most deliciously unsuitable duchess in England. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I never mean to let you go.’
‘And you, William Calthorpe, are the most perfect Duke in England and I love you for it.’
Verity had a whole speech ready about how much she adored him, but he kissed her and they overbalanced and then they were far too busy showing each other how much in love they were to be able to find any words at all.
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