Page 109 of A Question for the Ages
No, she’d never danced. He had made a similar point many times on the long train trip north. Persisting in his belief that she should see the world, explore all the possibilities it offered before she settled for a gentleman farmer with a rotting estate in the middle of the Highlands.
She hadn’t even needed a minute of the hours it had taken to cross the border into Scotland to make her choice, because she had made it before they’d even left Dinton Grange.
What her life would become if Connor hadn’t come to Dinton Grange and swept her off her feet was a question she needn’t ponder any longer. Or ever again.
Her heart clenched and warmth radiated through her. She smiled at him with all the love she possessed and earned a heart-stopping grin as her reward. There was no doubt for the first time in her life, she had made the right choice.
“Oh, don’t worry, Harry,” she began lightly. “I’m certain I can get my husband to dance with me.”
“You have to be proposed to first,” Harry chided.
The bliss inside softened her outward smile. She had been. A romantic gesture amidst heather, ferns, and a herd of long-haired cows in the Highlands. The question asked.
A question for the ages.
The answer simple.
“Wait a minute…” Harry’s head jerked toward the door, following her tender gaze. “What…? You…?”
Connor cast her an exasperated glance and strode forward, clapping him on the shoulder as he passed. “Sorry, Harry old chap. Do ye mind if I kiss my wife one last time before ye fatten my lip?”
