She frowned.
“—for one pound sterling. Have you got it in your purse?”
Her heart skittered. “Is this some attempt to modify our postnuptial agreement?”
“Yes, for forever.”
Her eyes went wide.
Colin stepped toward her, and she caught her breath.
He acted like his usual commanding self, but his face told a different story. It spoke of stark need and naked emotion.
“What are the terms?” she asked with a catch in her voice.
“Name them.” He searched her face. “In fact, my plan is to sign over all the Wentworth property to you today for a nominal amount…and for accepting me back, if you’ll have me.”
Belinda felt emotion clog her throat. Still, she managed to say, “Of course, you would never be caught without a plan.”
Colin lifted his mouth in an uneven grin. “A gambler always has a strategy, and I believe this is one of my better ones.”
“Oh?” she asked, matching his tone. “Then far be it for me to stand in the way of its execution.”
“Excellent.” He went down on bended knee and took hold of her hand. “Belinda, would you do me the great honor of remaining my wife?”
She blinked back tears. “Even better.”
“I love you passionately.”
“Best. Definitely the best plan you’ve ever had.” She smoothed away an errant tear. “I love you, too, so I suppose there’s nothing for it but to remain married to you.”
It was hard to say who moved first, but in the next moment, they were in each others’ arms and kissing passionately.
It was a long moment before they came up for air.
“You know we’ll scandalize both our families by staying married to each other,” she remarked.
“Who cares? We withstood their attempts to pull us apart.”
She nodded. “It’s the awful interfamily feud.”
Colin smiled, his eyes twinkling. “We’re putting it to rest. In fact, I suggest we make love not war right now.”
“We’re in Sawyer’s flat.”
Colin looked around them. “Looks good to me. Can you think of something better to do on a wet and overcast day?”
“Colin…”
Belinda laughed as he tugged her down with him to the deep rug before the fireplace, pulling a blanket off the sofa as he did so.
It wasn’t long before the weather was forgotten for more interesting pursuits…?.
Later, Belinda snuggled with Colin on the sofa, watching the rain beat against the windows of Sawyer’s London flat.
Colin cleared his throat. “I let revenge take over for three years. It was convenient not to look beyond that overruling motivation.”
“Because I walked away.” She said the words without rancor, as merely a statement of fact.