The Convenient Felstone Marriage (Whitby Weddings 1)

‘I think she was, but I’ll tell you about it later.’ Ianthe heaved a regretful sigh, wishing there were something she could do to help. ‘Are you finished?’

‘With the ladder, yes. With you, not even close. And now I have you all to myself again, you were saying something before about having a normal marriage. Care to define those terms?’

She gave him a pointed look. ‘I thought we agreed that marriage wasn’t a business.’

‘Shame. You know I always enjoy negotiating with you.’

‘Negotiating?’ She pursed her lips and clasped her hands in front of her, putting her respectable mask back on again. ‘Honestly, Mr Felstone, who would have thought that the hard-headed businessman I met on that train would turn out to be so thoroughly disreputable?’

‘Insatiable, too.’ He gathered her into his arms.

‘Relentless.’

‘Irresistible?’

‘Perhaps.’ She brushed her lips against his.

‘I think we’re both different people now from the ones we were that day.’ He cupped her face in his hands. ‘I like us better this way.’

‘Maybe we’re the same people we always were underneath. We just needed each other to bring them out.’ She gave a dazzling smile, letting her real self shine through. ‘And there’s nothing remotely respectable about either of us...’

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