Epilogue

Four Years Later

A new portrait graced the mantel in the drawing room. Their Graces were pictured with their eyes gazing at each other. Samantha was in her wedding gown with her diamond, emerald and sapphire tiara. Raven’s resplendent matching cerulean jacket and gray woven waist coat complemented hers. He wore his signet ring. They were posed, hands held in a three-quarter profile. The artist duplicated the love that was so apparent.

The nanny came into the room with the twins, the heir Marquess of Morecastle and his younger twin sister, Lady Liana Raven—who would soon be celebrating their third birthday. They ran to their parents and waited to climb their laps. Raven held his daughter, and Samantha held her son.

“They’re growing so big, my dear. Have all the arrangements been made for the party?” he asked.

“The small party has blossomed into a larger party with all sides of the families invited. Where has the time gone?” Samantha showered her son with kisses.

“Between Ravensmere and the London townhouse for the season, we are always on the go. I’d like to find my wife in the cottage where we can share a few private moments together on one starry night.”

Samantha gazed at her handsome husband. “That can be arranged. Do you tire of the boathouse activities?” She winked impishly.

“No, I don’t,” he said, as Liana played with the ribbon of his quizzing glass. “There is a fourth wedding anniversary present for you which you might like.” Raven’s reply was meant to tease.

They handed the children to the nanny to play on the lawn.

“Another present? the duchess asked. “I have more than enough jewels.”

“No jewels, but something better.”

“Wicked man, we shall have to go there tonight so I can see, is that it?”

“Precisely. I know you’ll be pleased.

Samantha pouted. “Tell me. Give me a hint.” Her gaze searched his face.

“A small hint then. It has to do with…no, I can’t tell you. It is to be a true surprise.”

He’d arranged for the Astronomer’s Society to print her thesis on the constellations. It was a serious work fit for collectors.

“Raven, you are cruel to taunt me so.”

“Samantha, I’ve planned this for a long time, so kindly be patient.”

“Patience is not a virtue I possess, as you know,”

Raven rose from the wrought iron chair and went to her, bending his head to align his lips to hers. “But you do have so many other virtues that I enjoy exploring, my love.” His lips tantalized her with seductive persuasion. “Come, let’s stroll together. I know where we can get into mischief.”