Page 96 of Tender Rebel

“No, but I’m glad you at least asked.” She smiled, her arms wrapped over his.

“Whatever makes you happy, Roslynn, since your happiness is mine.”

She turned around in his arms, putting her cheek against his chest, loving him so much she could hardly contain it. One finger drew circles on the soft blue velvet of his jacket.

“There is something,” she said in a small voice.

“Anything, sweetheart.”

There was a long, shy silence before she asked, “Do you think we could try it again in the chair?”

Anthony’s delighted laughter filled Grosvenor Square beyond the garden.