“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked.
“No, darling,” she said dreamily. “That was perfect. As always.”
His laugh was male and knowing. “Who could have guessed that being with child would make you even more wanton?”
She blushed but had no argument since he spoke the truth.
“Are you complaining?” she asked archly.
“To the contrary. I’m planning on keeping you pregnant so you’ll continue having your wicked way with me.”
She slapped his chest. “Do stop being a beast.”
“Why? You love it.” He captured her hand, kissing it. “Almost as much as you love me.”
Hearing the need beneath his confidence, she stopped teasing.
“I adore you,” she said softly. “And I was ever so proud of you today.”
This afternoon, Conrad had formally presented Mrs. Sommers with the key to her renovated shop. He’d expanded the space to twice its original size and added windows to make it bright and airy. These improvements were among the many he had implemented in the last few months, making him a local hero. When the villagers proposed erecting a tribute in his honor, however, he adamantly vetoed the idea.
“To build success, one must have the proper foundation. My part was easy,” he said with a shrug. “The rest is up to Mrs. Sommers.”
“She is more than up for the task. As are the other good folk of Chuddums.” Shifting, Gigi lay atop him and gazed into his gleaming eyes. “Everything is going so well. Do you think it is possible that we have broken the curse?”
“I know my fortunes have improved.” He tucked a loose tress behind her ear. “Because of you.”
“But what about Bloody Thom? Do you think he’s gone for good? I haven’t had a dream about him and Rosalinda for months.”
“Who knows what the future will bring?” her husband said philosophically. “The only thing I know is this.”
“What, darling?”
“I will love you in this life and beyond.”
Her heart overflowed. “And I, you.”
As they kissed, the moon banished the shadows of the garden.