He tugged Gillian into the duchess’ bedchamber, and pulled her into his arms.
“What are you up to, your grace?” she asked with one brow arched.
Servants streamed in and out of her new bedchamber, a room that connected to his, but he didn’t care who saw them now. There was no scandal since they were well and truly matched and married.
He grinned and caught her hand so he could toy with the wedding band on her finger. “One of the perks of being a married man is that I get to follow you everywhere, your grace.”
She twined her fingers with his and leaned into him as the last servant departed. “My favorite is that I may kiss you without waiting for mistletoe anymore.”
So she did, and very thoroughly too.