A Rakes Guide to Pleasure (Somerhart 2)
"I . . ." Her stupid heart was doing happy flips in her chest. "I. . ." Oh, she could not do it.
But Hart knew her far too well. He tossed one more wager on the table. "Ten thousand a year in pin money to sweeten the pot."
Her mouth trembled into a smile. She did not care about the money, but it was so much easier to pretend greed while she bared her tender soul. "Done," she whispered.
"Done?"
"I mean, yes. Yes, I will marry you. And I will . . . I. . ." His eyes shone with joy. "I will love you and be very afraid while I'm doing it."
But when he sighed and kissed her, Emma felt not a stitch of fear. Instead she felt hopeful and strong and very, very lucky. But she was not above hedging her bets. "If you ever betray me, I will move Stimp from your London household to Somerhart."
Hart's jaw dropped in mock horror.
"He has expressed an interest in training to be your driver. Perhaps even your valet."
Real horror replaced his acting. "Well, there is your insurance then, Emma. Trust me to be completely devoted."
"I will." And strangely enough, she knew that she would.