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βI am asking you to marry me because I love you,β he said, βbecause I cannot imagine living my life without you. I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you.β
Hyacinth looked up. There he was, Gareth St Clair, inevitably at the moment of her greatest discomfiture. And, of course, the only empty seat was next to her.
βWhichever you prefer.β Gareth turned to the group at large. βLadies,β he murmured.
βDonβt forget the shepherdess,β Hyacinth said, her smile sweet and just a little bit wicked.
βI did it,β she said again. βI did it.β
And then he took her hand, took the ring, and slipped it onto her finger. βSo you did,β he said, leaning down to kiss her knuckles. βSo you did.β
She placed her hand abruptly on his brow. βAre you feverish?β she muttered.
βIβm fine.β He pulled her into his arms. βIβm better than fine.β
βHyacinth was at his side, and suddenly his angry ways seemed callow, immature. He didnβt want her to see him like that. He didnβt want to be like that.β
βGood Lord,β he muttered. βItβs Lysistrata, come home to me in human form.β
She tossed a triumphant smile over her shoulder as she pulled on her clothing.
She tilted her head, leaned in, and raised herself to her toes, just so she could place one kiss on his lips.
βI love you,β she said.
βYou do, donβt you?β he murmured, and she realised that he was just as amazed by this miracle as she was.
βBut Gareth is a prize, and youβre a fool if you donβtββ
βYour grandson,β Hyacinth cut in, βisnβt the least bit interested in me or any marriageable female, for that matter.β
This . . . this love . . . it had crept up on her, rolling along, gaining in momentum until one day it was there.
It was there, and it was true, and she knew it would be with her always.