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  But that was merely a prelude to other things.

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  Three weeks later, Mr. and Mrs. Grayson Prentiss sailed up the mouth of the Thames to the Pool of London, with Patrick Flaherty beside them at the rail of the boat.

  Spain and the pazo were now far behind them, though they had made sure that the pazo was in good hands. Unwilling to work for Don Alicante, the servants had pooled their savings and bought the pazo—thanks to some quick work between Paine Ramsden’s banking connections in Santiago de Compostela and London. It felt good to know that right now a modest sum was sitting in the Bank of London to help Elena and Grayson start their life in England.

  Such a prospect filled Elena with nervous excitement. She would step off the boat as the wife of an heir to a viscountcy, though they would not be wealthy. Grayson had told her it might be years before his plan to restore the nearly bankrupt family estate paid off. Even now, they were not dressed in the height of fashion one might expect for a viscount’s heir. The money from the sale of the pazo would be used for other things in the coming months.

  Elena did not care. She had not been overly wealthy before. Life would be much the same as it had been in Spain with one telling exception. She squeezed Grayson’s hand and exchanged a secret look with him. As if the fates had blessed their union, she’d conceived on their wedding night. But with a man like Grayson Prentiss in her bed, she should have expected nothing else.

  He laughed down at her. “Thinking of the babe?”

  She gave him a sly grin. “I was thinking what we’d tell him or her when they ask how we met.”

  “And?” he played along.

  She tossed her head up at him, letting the breeze catch her curls. “I will say, ‘let me tell you the story of the seduction of Grayson Prentiss’.”

  Grayson tapped her on the nose. “That, my dear, is a story still in progress. Promise me it will never end.”

  THE END