Page 79 of The Marquess and the Runaway Lady
Andrew pulled at his hair and Wick gave a painful gasp. ‘Yes. Yes, I have. I want only you. Not your fortune.’
Grandfather Stubbs held out one hand to Andrew. ‘Come here, Andy.’
His nephew managed to pull Wick’s hair once more and kick his ear, before landing in his great-grandfather’s strong arm.
‘Shall we have some cake?’ he asked the child.
Andrew giggled. ‘And an ice!’
‘Anything for you,’ Grandfather Stubbs said, holding Andrew with one arm and his cane with the other.
Wick’s little nephew had no idea that he was in the arms of one of the most powerful businessmen in England. One who could literally give him whatever he wished.
Wick felt Louisa’s arms wrap around his waist. Smiling, he pulled her closer to him and rested his head on her hair. She fitted perfectly there.
Louisa snuggled her face against his chest. ‘I can’t imagine a more perfect day. Can you?’
‘Actually, I can.’
She leaned back. ‘What’s wrong?’
He kissed her nose. ‘This is only the beginning. I plan to keep you up for the rest of the day and most of the night.’ Wick released his hold on his wife and held out his hand. ‘Come, let’s go.’
Louisa placed hers into his, but said, ‘We cannot leave in the middle of the wedding party. Everyone will know why and what we are doing.’
Wick laughed wickedly. ‘But they won’t be able to find us.’
He pulled her out of the room, down to the hall and into the courtyard...stopping only once to give her a long, seeking kiss.
