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“Did you see that your father sent another letter?” he inquired.
She nodded. “He has launched into a ferocious battle with a benighted professor from Cambridge who had the temerity to disagreewith his reconstruction of Napoleon’s first campaign.”
“I like your father,” Wick said. “He is a model of perseverance.”
“He’s too rigid,” Philippa said. “He will never accept that anyone else is right, even about the trivial details.”
Wick grinned down at her. “And yet . . . here I am.”
“Well, that’s true,” Philippa said. “He did change his mind about you. And I still smile every time I think about his insistingthat I go to the village merely to return that silly book. It was very unlike him to participate in your charade.”
“What you should smile about is the image of me practicing that horse business,” Wick said. “I could have been at your sidea full two days earlier had it not been for the hours and hours I lost, sweeping the knife boy up before me in the saddle.”
“Oh dear,” Philippa said sleepily. “I hope you didn’t drop him.”
“Often,” Wick said. “But he didn’t break anything. I came to you the moment I felt reasonably certain that I wouldn’t dropyou.” He touched her nose lightly. “You are the most precious thing in the world to me.”
The corner of her mouth quirked, and she whispered, “Love you,” then she was asleep.
Wick lay beside her, watching as the sunlight shifted across the bed, making stripes over the bare skin of his exquisite wife.The doctor side of him cataloged the tiny swell in her stomach, and the way she dropped asleep at any time of the day. Theman side of him noticed that her bosom was even more enthralling than it had been when they married, three months ago.
And the child side . . . the small boy inside, who was never quite sure of his place in life . . . That small boy had vanished.
He belonged here, next to a woman whom he loved more than life itself.
Though how that happened he didn’t know. In fact, he didn’t really understand his own luck until years later when his eldestdaughter Clara grew old enough to discover fairy tales. Then, with stories of knights, dragons, lovely maidens, and magicbeans swirling through the house, Wick realized who he was. Not an illegitimate son of a grand duke. Not the best doctor inthe country. He was the stable boy who won the princess.
The stories never said much about the stable boy’s birth. They just said that the princess was as beautiful as the sun andthe moon.
But most importantly, those stories all end the same way.
They lived happily ever after.
About the Author
ELOISA JAMES is a New York Times bestselling author and professor of English literature who lives with her family in New York, but can sometimes be found inParis or Italy. She is the mother of two and, in a particularly delicious irony for a romance writer, is married to a genuineItalian knight.
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By Eloisa James
My Last Duchess
Say Yes to the Duke
Say No to the Duke
Born to Be Wilde
Too Wilde to Wed
Wilde in Love
Seven Minutes in Heaven
A Gentleman Never Tells (a novella)
My American Duchess
Four Nights with the Duke
Three Weeks with Lady X
Once Upon a Tower
As You Wish
With This Kiss (a novella in three parts)
Seduced by a Pirate (a novella)
The Ugly Duchess
The Duke Is Mine
Winning the Wallflower (a novella)
A Fool Again (a novella)
When Beauty Tamed the Beast
Storming the Castle (a novella)
A Kiss at Midnight
A Duke of Her Own
This Duchess of Mine
When the Duke Returns
Duchess by Night
An Affair Before Christmas
Desperate Duchesses
Pleasure for Pleasure
The Taming of the Duke
Kiss Me, Annabel
Much Ado About You
Your Wicked Ways
A Wild Pursuit
Fool for Love
Duchess in Love
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