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Siobhanclutched his arm to stay upright.

“What say you, Mrs. Westbrook, if we leave the celebration early?”

Fletcherwaggled his eyebrows.

Shebrushed a kiss across his firm mouth, gratified to see sparks ignite in his green eyes. Two could play at this game of seduction.

“I’d say, what are you waiting for, Mr. Westbrook?”

Handin hand, Siobhan and Fletcher ran from the parlor, the laughter and hoots from their families following them down the corridor. At the foot of the stairs, Fletcher swept her into his arms.

“I love you, Fletcher.” She cupped his cheek, and he pressed his face into her palm as he effortlessly carried her up the stairway.

“Not nearly as much as I love you, my darling Irish lass, and I intend to spend a lifetime proving it.”

Loopingher arms around his neck, Siobhan nipped his earlobe, curving her mouth into a gratified smile when he groaned.

“Minx.”

“I learned that from you, husband.”

They’dreached her chamber, and still holding her in his arms, he opened the door. “I cannot wait to teach you much more.”

“Neither can I.”