Page 37 of Kissing With My Duke
“Oh! That reminds me—our portrait has received rave reviews,” Aunt Rosalind exclaimed, with the other three duchesses chiming in. “So many people who have visited have asked if you would possibly consider doing their portraits. Of course, we explained that it was a gift. And that Julian doesn’t have the time to be a professional artist when he’s a full-time duke and husband and now a soon-to-be father!”
“But the portrait is the talk of Bath,” Aunt Bianca added. “Anyone who is anyone wants to see it.”
“And all of our friends want to meet you, Julian, so we will have to plan something if you are both amenable.”
“Of course we are,” Serafina said, stifling a yawn.
“All right, Duchesses, we have to get back to work, and these two love birds need to get back to their love nest,” Aunt Sophy said.
“But you are all coming for dinner tomorrow, right?” Aunt Dora asked. “And Serafina, you must bring Willow and her puppies.
“We wouldn’t miss it,” Serafina said.
They said their goodbyes and were settled in their carriage a few minutes later.
Julian sat beside her, looking impossibly handsome and relaxed after an afternoon spent with the people they loved. Something soft and full bloomed in her chest, and before she could overthink it, Serafina leaned over and kissed her duke.
He drew back with a grin that made her heart flutter. “What was that for?”
Serafina felt her cheeks warm, but the truth slipped out easily—happily. “Just because I love you, Julian.”
“I love you too.” He grinned. “In fact, I think I fell in love with you at first sight.”
“Really?” she breathed, her stomach somersaulting as she gazed into those blue eyes.
“Or rather, it was your derriere I fell in love with first, then the rest of you.”
She let out a helpless laugh. “You are incorrigible.”
“And yet,” he said, eyes glinting with a familiar mischief, “you ran away to Scotland with me.”
Serafina giggled and squeezed his hand, her heart full, overflowing. Yes, she thought as the carriage carried them home—Julian Kerr, her duke, her impossible, wonderful husband. She would go anywhere with him and would always be home.
She pulled him close and kissed him once more—this time, slowly, savoring his warmth.
“Another kiss. What was that for?”
“Because I can never get enough of kissing with my duke.”
~Probably not the end~
