Never Kiss a Rake (Scandal at the House of Russell 1)

She nodded, still uneasy. “Nanny Gruen won’t let anything happen to them.”

“They’re with your old nanny? Then I tremble to think of anyone interfering.”

She turned her face to smile at him. “You know nannies very well.”

“Fiercest creatures on the face of this earth,” he said promptly. “So they’re safe, the staff at Berkeley Square is safe, and we’re going to travel to Venice and France and Vienna until Scotland Yard gets the proof that I never killed anyone…” He hesitated. “Well, that at least I never killed my wife and her maid.”

She turned completely, ignoring her healing arm, and held him. “You weren’t responsible for the bombing,” she said fiercely. “You didn’t know.”

His laugh was without humor. “Ignorance is a poor excuse.”

She gave him a tiny shake, the best she could manage given how much bigger he was. “Being a martyr is annoying. You told me that when the captain married us and I wanted to keep my face covered. So if I’m not allowed to be a martyr then neither are you.”

This time his laugh was real. “All right. We’ll be two completely unmartyred vagabonds for the time being. Until we get home.”

She kissed him, sweet and full. “Until we get home,” she echoed.