She (Lydia) tipped her head as she smiled up at him. Tears hung on her lashes. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?” he (Marcus) asked.
“For loving me.” She blinked rapidly to keep the tears in their place.
“How could I not,” he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “Are you certain you cannot desert our guests even for a few moments? I should very much like to kiss my wife.”
She giggled. “I think we might be able to slip into the garden for a few moments.” She arched a brow. “I know which paths are not well lit.”
“Have I told you how brilliant you are, Mrs. Dobney?” he asked as he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and led her onto the terrace.
“No, I do not believe you have,” she replied. “Down this path.” She pulled him off to the right and around a corner behind a bush.
He pulled her into his embrace. “You, Mrs. Dobney, are brilliant.”
She smiled. “Not many have ever called me that.”
“I suppose not everyone can be as wise as I,” he tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. “If they saw what I see, they would agree.”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“Are you eager to return?” he teased, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
She shook her head. “No, just to be kissed.”
[from the epilogue to the Willow Hall series by Leenie Brown]