"And you'll allow me to continue writing?"

"Allow you? I insist upon it. I'm as anxious as everyone else to find out what will happen in the next installment of A Sea Captain's Adventures." His eyes turned serious. "Now, will you answer my question? Will you marry me?"

Hayley gazed at him, her heart so filled with love, she could barely speak. She managed to squeak out only one word, but apparently that was fine with Stephen as it was clearly the word he wanted to hear.

"Yes," she croaked.

"Thank God," he uttered fervently. He lowered his head and captured her lips in an endless kiss, a kiss filled with aching tenderness and unmistakable love. After several minutes he raised his head. "There is one request I need to make," he said in a not too steady voice.

"What's that?"

"At the risk of sounding overbearing and demanding, if that bastard Popplefart isn't out of this house in exactly three minutes, I'm going to fling him out by the seat of his pants."

Hayley's eyes widened. "Oh, dear. I forgot all about poor dear Jeremy-"

"Poor dearJeremy?"

"Yes. I must tell him I can't accept his proposal-"

"His what?"

"Jeremy asked me to marry him."

"He's a dead man," Stephen ground out. "I'm going to break every bloody bone in his damn body-" He broke off his diatribe and glared at her. "When did he propose?"

"Yesterday," she said, trying very hard not to show her pleasure at Stephen's display of jealousy.

"And you didn't refuse him immediately?"

"Well, no. I-"

"Were you considering his proposal?" he asked in a suddenly quiet voice.

She reached up and framed his scowling face between her palms. "I'd be less than truthful if I said I didn't think about it, but I had every intention of telling him today after the party that I couldn't accept him. I'll tell him as soon as we go downstairs."

"I still feel like smashing his face," Stephen muttered. "I saw the way he kissed your temple when he escorted you from the forest. If Popplepuss ever so much as touches you again, he's going to find himself in a great deal of pain."

The corners of Hayley's lips twitched. "Popplemore."

"Indeed."

Hayley brushed her lips against Stephen's grim mouth. "Why don't we go downstairs right now? We'll tell the family our news and I'll escort Jeremy to the door." She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran the tip of her tongue over his lower lip.

"An excellent suggestion," he agreed, drawing her tightly against him. He threaded his fingers through her curls and kissed her, a kiss that began softly but soon grew into a passionate exchange.

"Stephen," Hayley breathed, clinging to his shoulders while his warm lips marauded down the side of her neck.

He flicked his tongue over the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her throat. "Hmmm?"

"Everyone will wonder what we're doing up here. We really should go downstairs," she said without much conviction.

Stephen gave her one last, lingering kiss. "You're right. We can't stay in here any longer. If we do, we'll end up in your bed." He tucked her hand in his arm and started toward the door.

"Wait," Hayley said, freeing herself. She bent down and picked up the bouquet of flowers Stephen had given her. It had slipped from her fingers during their kiss, and now looked a bit crushed. "I mustn't leave my flowers here." She stood and brought the bouquet to her face, inhaling deeply. "They're the most wonderful gift I've ever received."

Stephen gently touched her cheek. "Do you know what the most wonderful gift I've ever received is?" he asked softly.

Hayley looked up into his face-the most compelling, handsome face she'd ever seen. She loved him so much, she ached with it. She shook her head.

He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a fervent kiss to her palm. "You. You, my love, are most wonderful gift I've ever received."

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Chapter 32

Three months later, the night before the wedding finally arrived.

Thank God, Stephen thought, sipping a brandy in the library at his father's town house.

Waiting those three interminably long months to make Hayley his wife had nearly killed him. He'd wanted to marry her immediately by special license, but he realized it would be incredibly selfish to deny Hayley the sort of wedding she deserved just because he couldn't wait to begin their life together, to say nothing of the fact that he could barely keep his hands off her. And Hayley insisted that as anxious as she was to marry him, she wanted to wait until after Pamela's wedding.

So Stephen waited three bloody long months, during which time it was necessary for him to call upon every ounce of his self-control to keep from making love to Hayley. He'd thrown himself into his work with a vengeance, keeping his mind and hands occupied. Immediately after Pamela and Marshall's wedding last month, he'd moved Hayley and the rest of the Albrights to London. While Albright Cottage was empty, Stephen arranged for the house to be remodeled and repaired, and Hayley had given the house to Pamela and Marshall as a wedding gift.

Once Hayley arrived in London, it seemed she was busy every moment with his mother and Victoria making wedding plans. Stephen grumbled about not being able to spend any time with his fiancée, but just having Hayley close to him, knowing that in a few short weeks they would be together, filled him with a contentment he'd never known. He arranged for tutors for Nathan and Andrew and spent a great deal of time showing the boys and Callie around London while the women planned the nuptials.

Pierre was ensconced in Stephen's kitchen, and Grimsley, resplendent in maroon and gold livery, answered the door. Winston was put in charge of household maintenance, a job he took very seriously along with a budding flirtation with Stephen's housekeeper.

And now, after all the waiting, all the sleepless nights lying alone in his huge bed, his body tense and aching, his wait was finally over. Tomorrow Hayley would be his wife. Tonight was the last damn night he'd ever have to spend without her. Propping his boots on an ottoman, he closed his eyes, leaned his head against the chair back, and heaved a contented sigh.

"You seem quite pleased with yourself," Gregory said, entering the room. He settled himself in a wing chair opposite Stephen.

"Indeed I am," Stephen agreed without hesitation. He eyed his brother up and down. The last three months had wrought a huge change in Gregory. Ever since the horrible episode with Melissa, Gregory had taken stock of his life and had made some drastic improvements. He was much more serious and responsible now, and for the first time was showing an interest in something other than himself. He'd quit gambling and drinking to excess. At Hayley's suggestion, Stephen had handed over to him the running of two small estates. If you show your brother that you have faith and confidence in him, I'm positive he will live up to your trust. Stephen had been highly skeptical of her advice, but to his surprise, she was right. Gregory was doing an admirable job.

Gregory raised his snifter in salute. "Here's to your last night as a bachelor," he said with a half-grin.

"Amen," Stephen said fervently. After three months of celibacy, he felt like he was going to explode.

They sat in silence for several minutes, sipping brandy and watching the dancing flames. Finally Gregory broke the quiet.

"I, ah, want you to know-" he began, then broke off awkwardly.

Stephen turned to look at him and was surprised to see a red flush staining his brother's face. "Yes?"

"I want you to know, over the past several months…" Gregory cleared his throat. "I appreciate your confidence in me, Stephen. I realize we were never close growing up, and after what happened with Melissa-"

"What happened with Melissa was in no way your fault, Gregory," Stephen said quietly.

"I suppose not, but I still cannot help but feel somewhat responsible."

"Don't. It's over. And it's not necessary for you to thank me. You've proven yourself to me by your hard work and good business sense."

Silence settled again, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire.

"I like Hayley very much," Gregory said several minutes later. "She's like a breath of fresh air."

"She is indeed." Rose-scented fresh air.

"Mother has grown very fond of her, and Victoria absolutely loves her," Gregory continued. "But most amazing of all is Father's reaction to her."

Stephen chuckled. "Yes, that is miraculous, is it not?"

"I believe Father has quite fallen under some sort of spell."

"Indeed," Stephen agreed. "His warmth toward Hayley is nothing short of staggering. But in a way I'm not surprised. The first time I saw Callie I remember her telling me that I was going to love Hayley-that everyone loves Hayley."

"Smart little girl," Gregory said with a smile.

"Very smart."

"Too bad Hayley doesn't have another sister," Gregory said in a wistful voice. "Pamela is already married, and Callie is much too young."

"There's always Aunt Olivia," Stephen reminded his brother with an arch look. "I believe you have replaced me in her affections."

Gregory laughed. "She's quite a character. This morning I dropped my handkerchief on the drawing room rug. Aunt Olivia breezed in and asked what I was doing. I said, 'I dropped something on the rug.' She blushed, said, 'Well, if you insist,' and treated me to a bone-rattling hug. Then she shook her finger at me and called me a shameless rake."

A grin pulled at Stephen's lips. "Yes, I've inherited quite a colorful bunch."

"You're forgetting about the dogs," Gregory reminded him. "You know-the Three Hellhounds of Mayfair?"

Stephen groaned. "Don't remind me."

"At least you need not worry about anyone breaking into your home with those beasts about."

"Ifeel perfectly safe," Stephen agreed. "I fear the porcelain stands to suffer the most."

"They'll chew up every piece of furniture you own," Gregory warned with a laugh.

A sudden image of Hayley-laughing and playing with her huge dogs-flashed in Stephen's mind. "No doubt. But it's worth it, Gregory. Believe me, it's worth it."


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The wedding took place the next day at ten in the morning at St. Paul's Cathedral. Stephen stood at the altar next to Gregory and waited with barely concealed impatience for Hayley to walk down the long aisle.

Callie came down the aisle first, smiling shyly, scattering rose petals. When she saw Stephen, she cast a surreptitious glance in both directions then puckered her lips and blew him a kiss. In return, he cast a quick look around him then sent her a broad wink that made her giggle.

Pamela came second, lovely in a pale peach gown. She smiled at Stephen as she took her place at the front of the church. Stephen smiled in return, then froze as he caught sight of Hayley. She glided slowly down the aisle, her gloved hand resting lightly on Andrew's sleeve.

Stephen's breath caught and his heart stalled. Clad in a simple, elegant ivory satin gown with a short train, she was the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen. Long strands of aquamarines and diamonds wound through her chestnut curls, twinkling as they caught the sunlight pouring through the stain-glassed windows.

But it was her eyes that captured Stephen and held him prisoner. Her beautiful aqua eyes steadily gazed at him, luminous, shining, and filled with such obvious love, Stephen was humbled. He wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve the love of this beautiful angel, but he was going to accept it gratefully and thank God for it every day.

The ceremony took a mere quarter hour, and at the end of it Stephen tucked his wife's, hiswife's, hand in his arm and triumphantly led her from the church.

Back at his town house, a sumptuous wedding feast was served, but Stephen barely swallowed a bite. The only thing he could concentrate on was Hayley. On her glowing smile, her shining eyes, and the beguiling blush that colored her cheeks every time he met her gaze across the table.

He couldn't wait to get her all to himself, and mentally congratulated himself on his brilliant plan of departing on the first leg of their wedding trip immediately after the meal. He had no intention of spending his wedding night in a town house filled with people, no matter how fond of them he was. They would travel this afternoon to his country estate, where they'd spend a week before continuing on to France. He cast a surreptitious glance at the mantel clock and tried to hide his impatience to leave. Soon. Very soon.