“Does this mean you think you can boss me around for the rest of my natural born days?”
He tugged sharply at her hand, Sibyl fell into him and his arms closed around her.
“And through eternity,” he promised against her lips, this said in his low, effective, deep, rich voice.
She was powerless against it and therefore instantly agreed.
“Okay.”
* * * * *
While Sibyl and Colin ate vegetables on sticks and were given pats on the backs, hugs, kisses, handshakes and many congratulations through smiles and tears…
Nearly five hundred years earlier, at the same precise time, Royce helped Beatrice onto Mallory’s sleek, dark, back.
They were going home to Lacybourne.
He swung into the saddle behind her and the moment he settled, he felt her tremble against him.
“Nerves, my sweet?” His voice rumbled deliciously in her ear.
She shook her head and looked back him, pressing her chin endearingly against her shoulder. “I just can’t wait to be home.”
Then she smiled, a lovely, inviting, slightly anxious smile.
And at the sight, his guard lowered.
And Royce Morgan, for the first time in his life, became vulnerable.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Real Consummation
“What are you doing?”
Sibyl whirled then with an obviously guilty movement shoved behind her back the small, pink box with glossy, intricate writing embossed on top.
They’d just finished their vegetable shish kebabs and she’d ducked upstairs to begin planning her first night with her new fiancé, who also just happened to be in love with her.
In love with her.
It was, maybe, the most important night of her life.
And it was, definitely, the happiest.
That fiancé was now standing in the door to their bedroom but he didn’t look happy. His face was like the thunder beginning to threaten outside.
“What are you doing up here?” she asked, her voice just as guilty as her posture.
“I asked you a question, you disappeared.”
No, he was definitely not happy.
“I told Mags and Phoebe where I was,” Sibyl explained.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Colin was a dog with a bone.
“And Jemma,” Sibyl continued, for good measure, as he clearly still was not happy.