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"Say it again," she whispered.

Gritting his teeth, he did as she asked. "I'll live in England."Advertisement

She blinked. "What?"

"Ah, love, don't make me say it again. If it makes you happy, we'll live here."

She knew he meant it and was staggered by the sacrifice this dear, gentle man was willing to make for her. Lord, she needed to kiss him, but she decided to put him out of his misery first.

"Will it make you happy to live in England?"

Her poor, distraught husband was rapidly turning gray. "If I'm with you, I'll be happy."

She began to laugh. "Then I'm about to make you delirious. I don't want to live in England. I want to live with the Buchanans. Take me home." pqdm.com