arms.
She stood stiffly for an instant, then the iron will and sheer stubbornness that had kept her going until then dissolved. She sank into his arms, sliding hers about him, laying her cheek against his chest.
Demon carried her downstairs and coaxed a small glass of brandy past her lips. Her color improved marginally, but he didn't like the distant look in her eyes. He racked his brain for something with which to distract her.
'Come on.' Abruptly standing, he drew her to her feet. 'Let's go back to the farmhouse. Your luggage is there, remember? Mrs. Shephard can feed us, then you can look around and decide what changes you'd like to make.'
She blinked at him. 'Changes?'
He towed her to the door. 'Remodelling, redecorating-how should I know?'
They rode back. He watched her every step of the way, but she was steady in her saddle. His staff were very pleased to see them; it instantly became clear Gillies had spread their news. Which was probably just as well, as Demon had every intention of dining alone with his angel.
Mrs. Shephard was on her mettle, laying a nourishing meal quickly before them. Demon was relieved to note Flick's appetite hadn't evaporated. They sat quietly as the evening lengthened, making comments at random, slowly winding down.
Finishing his port, Demon rose, rounded the table, and drew Flick to her feet. 'Come-I'll give you the grand tour.' He showed her all around the ground floor, then climbed the stairs; his tour ended in his bedroom, above the parlor at whose window she used to come a-tapping.
Much, much later, Flick lolled, utterly naked, in Demon's big bed. She had, she decided, never felt more comfortable, more at peace, more at home, in her life.
'Come on.' A sharp smack on her bottom followed. 'We'd better get dressed and I'll drive you home.'
Flick didn't look around. She didn't lift her head-she sank it deeper into the pillow and shook it. 'You can drive me home early in the morning, can't you?'
Lounging beside her, as naked as she, Demon looked down at her-what he could see of her-the tousled guinea gold curls gilding his pillow, one sweetly rounded shoulder and delicately curved arm, one slender leg, and one firm, absolutely perfect buttock, all clothed in the silkiest ivory skin, presently lightly flushed. All the rest of her-all that he'd enjoyed for the past several hours-was provocatively draped in his satin sheets.
She was going to be a never-ending challenge, demanding all his skill to let her run as free as she wished, with only the very lightest hand on her reins.
A slow smile curved his lips as he reached for the sheet. 'Yes-I suppose I can.'
Epilogue
Everyone attended. The Duke and Duchess of St. Ives sat in the first row, with the Dowager beside them. Vane, of course, was best man; he and Patience had returned to London the week before. Of all the family and its myriad connections, only Richard and Catriona hadn't been able to attend, and that only because of the short notice.
The twins were Flick's bridesmaids, with Heather, Henrietta, Elizabeth, Angelica and little Mary as flower girls. Such a crowd had been needed, Demon had discovered, to manage Flick's long train. But from the instant she'd appeared and walked down the nave to join him, to the moment they were pronounced man and wife, he couldn't recall any detail beyond the sheer beauty of her angelic face.
Now, beside him on the pavement before the ton's favored church, an angel in truth in pearl-encrusted silk, she glowed with transparent joy; he couldn't have felt more proud or more favored by fate. Crowds of well- wishers flocked about them as they paused before their carriage. All the family and much of the ton had turned up to see yet another Cynster tie the knot-they were all about to adjourn to Berkeley Square for the wedding breakfast.
His mother was in tears-positive floods of happiness.
Halting before him, she stretched up to place a motherly kiss on his cheek, then she sniffed, and quavered, 'I'm so glad I made you promise not to marry in any hole-and-corner fashion.' She dabbed at her overflowing eyes. 'You've made me so happy,' she sobbed.
Helplessly, he looked at her, then looked at his father.
Who grinned and clapped him on the back. 'Play your cards right, and you'll be able to live on this for years.'
Demon grinned back, shook his hand, then glanced again at Horatia. Today had been the happiest, proudest day of his life-one he wouldn't have missed for the world. Despite his earlier view of marriage, he was now much wiser. But he wasn't fool enough to tell his mother that-instead, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
Instantly suspicious, she stopped crying and stared at him; his father chuckled and drew her away.
Grinning, Demon turned to have a word with the General and Dillon, standing beside Flick on his other side. Dillon was a far cry from the petulant youth of only a few months ago; now he stood straight and tall, unafraid to meet any man's eye. The Committee had agreed that in reparation for his crime-one against the industry-he would act as a clerk to the Jockey Club, and assist in keeping the breeding register up to date. In his spare time, of his own accord, he'd taken up the task of managing the General's investments, giving his father more time for his research. Seeing them together now, father and son side by side as they chatted with Flick, Demon sensed a closeness, a bond that hadn't been there-or not openly so-before.
Sliding his arm around Flick, he smiled and held out his hand to Dillon.
Above the bustle, lounging against one of the pillars of the church porch, Lucifer looked down on the gathering. In particular, on the twins. 'They're going to be much worse after this, you realize. '
'Hmm.' Beside him, Gabriel resignedly raised his brows. 'I've never understood what it is about weddings that so excites the mating instinct of females.'
'Whatever it is, you only need to look at them to see its effect. They look ready to grab anything in breeches.'
'Luckily, most of us here are related.'
'Or, in their view, too old to count.'
They continued watching the twins, perfect pictures of delight in cornflower blue gowns the same color as their eyes, their pale ringlets dancing in the breeze. They'd been hovering not far from Flick. Now they pushed forward to hug her frantically as she and Demon prepared to enter the waiting carriage. Flick returned their hugs affectionately-even from the porch, it was easy to discern her reasssuring words: 'Your time will come-never doubt it.'
To Gabriel and Lucifer, those words held a different ring.
Gabriel quelled an odd shiver. 'It's not going to be easy, now it's just you and me.'
'Devil and Vane will help out.'
'When they're allowed to.'
Lucifer's dark blue gaze shifted to Honoria and Patience, standing chatting to one side. 'There is that. Still, we should be able to manage it-don't you think?'
Gabriel didn't answer, well aware they hadn't been talking solely about the twins.
At that moment, Demon handed Flick into the carriage. A cheer went up from all the onlookers. Demon turned to acknowledge it-to exchange a round of last comments with Devil and Vane. They laughed, and fell back; Demon reached for the carriage door.
Then he looked up, directly at them-the last unmarried members of the Bar Cynster. A slow, rakish, too- knowing smile lit his face; holding their gazes, he raised a hand and saluted them, paused for one last instant, then turned, ducked and entered the carriage.
Barely hearing the cheers and huzzahs as the carriage rumbled off, Gabriel stood in the porch as if turned to
