![]() ![]() Hunter pulled out his pocketwatch and examined the numbers. Never a conventional bride, she didn't care a whit about propriety and often kissed him in public, much to the ton's dismay. He crossed the street and smiled, thinking of the way she would throw her head back in laughter and leap into his arms. Knowing he lacked the maturity of romance, given his young age of one-and-twenty, he had poured countless hours into this meeting, into her surprise. ![]() Hunter would be gone for weeks at a time, spending many sleepless nights tossing and turning, aching for Lucy, the Royal Duchess of Haverstone. And after being married for a year, he could no longer manage being apart from her. Yet Hunter could not bring himself to deny her anything. She loved flowers - the pink frilly ones that made a man roll his eyes in disgust. ![]()
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