Marquess of Menace (Lords of Scandal 10)
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He nodded, holding her close. “From now on, I won’t act without you.
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“And I will trust in you. You did a wonderful job today, uncovering more information. The question is, what do we do with it?”
He looked over at Bash. “This is where I always get in trouble. My instincts tell me to run to Dishonor and demand answers.”
She nodded. “What if we follow him? See if he meets up with the Scot?”
Dylan nodded. “Not a bad plan. Except we’ve no idea if he’ll return to that warehouse or not.”
“Could we leave a note with the solicitor?” She nibbled her lip.
“As a means to follow him? Maybe, though, then he’ll know we’re looking for him.”
She sighed. “We could pack up my family and leave London.”
“Also, not a bad plan. Though it doesn’t protect your business.”
“Our business. I know you need the revenue.”
“I need you,” he murmured. “Bash was right from the start. As long as I can pay the creditors, hang the rest.”
She smiled. “All right. So we’re getting married again and we agree to be a team. Let’s see what Bash thinks we should do about our mystery.”
“Good plan.” He brushed a hand along her cheek. “I know today has been difficult, but I am also anxious for us to wed.”
Those words made her forget some of her worry. “As am I. Can you get a special license so that we might have it done quickly?”
He leaned down then and kissed her. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Dylan,” she whispered, needing a bit of privacy in a crowded room. “I love you.”
He slid his fingers down her neck to her shoulder. “I love you, too, Eliza.”
She gave him a large open smile. “I’m glad we worked that out.”
He chuckled. “Me too.” Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “About that trellis…”
Chapter Eighteen
In the end, they married three days later in a small ceremony with just their closest friends and family.
Eliza wasn’t the sort of girl who’d pictured her wedding, but as she thought back, her fantasy would have been exactly what her actual wedding had been.
Quiet, intimate, and full of love. The soft glow of candles all about them as they said their vows.
Her sisters and cousin were there. And his friends. But that was it. They’d had a simple wedding breakfast and then they’d departed for his home.
It was one of the two properties he’d been bequeathed, and he hadn’t been lying when he’d said it needed work. But it was going to be her home, and she loved it.
He hadn’t even given her a tour as he carried her up the stairs and into the main bedroom and this time, there was nothing soft or gentle about the way they made love. They clung to each other as their bodies expressed the love in their hearts.
When they’d finished making love, they lay together. It was Dylan who broke the silence first. “Where shall our first adventure be?”
She laughed, lifting her head. “I’m fairly certain we’re in the midst of the greatest adventure of our lives.”
“True,” he answered, stroking a hand down her back. “But you said you wished to travel and…” He gave her a long, slow kiss.