Page 39 of Someone to Remember
Matilda.
What part had she played in bringing his elder son to him today of all days? What part had his younger son and his daughters played in it? Surely they had been consulted. What on earth had persuaded Gil to come for the wedding of the father he had not wanted to know? What did it mean exactly that he had come? Would he also come to the wedding breakfast?
It was impossible to ask any of these questions. The noise coming from beneath the carriage was deafening.
And the answers would wait.
He smiled at his bride, and her eyes filled with tears even as she smiled back at him.
“I love you,” he said, and her eyes lowered to read his lips.
“I love you,” her lips said in return.
And he dipped his head and kissed her. Propriety be damned. If he must suffer this din, which proclaimed to the world that a newly wedded couple was on its way through the streets of London, then at least he was going to let the world know that he was happy about it.
He lifted his head and grinned at her. Her eyes brimmed with tears and laughter.
He kissed her again. Or she kissed him.
They kissed each other.
