Page 101 of Only Enchanting

“Agnes Arnott,” he said, “I l-l-l—”

“I love you,” she said softly.

“That is what I am t-trying to say,” he told her.

“No,” she said, smiling. “Iloveyou.”

“Do you?” He raised their clasped hands to his lips. “Do you, Agnes? It is not just my title and my money and my irresistible good looks and charm?”

She laughed. “Oh, well, and those too.”

He grinned at her and looked like the blond, handsome, carefree boy he must once have been.

“I love you,” he said.

“I know.”

He wrapped his arms about her waist, lifted her from the ground, and spun her twice about, at the same time tipping back his head and howling out his happiness.

And hewashappy. So was she.

Agnes braced her hands on his shoulders, looked down into his face, and laughed.