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“There’s no one here to entertain? I’m sure my family won’t be insulted in the least,” he teased as he closed the distance between them. “Now, turn back around, Lady Avery…”

“They’ve all gone to Leverton Park to visit Major and Mrs. Moore.”

It had been some time since Russell and Tristan, who’d since mended their relationship, had seen their old friend. And the man’s wife was Clayworth’s cousin. Greg supposed it stood to reason that they’d spend a bit of time at the Park with the Moores. “They all left?”

Bella shrugged. “Well, they left their children behind, which your son is quite pleased about, by the way. He has the boys all re-enacting the Battle of Waterloo.”

Where Francesca was her mother’s daughter, Zachary was his father’s son. All blood and guts, all the time. No, he was very much an Avery man, or would be when he was older.

“The girls, of course, are put out with him,” Bella continued, “as the boys keep running through the lawn bowling in their attempt to bring down Napoleon once and for all.”

That did sound exactly like his son. And while the re-enactment of Waterloo did sound engaging, Greg suddenly had a better idea. “My dear, you are forgetting an Avery who still needs to be entertained,” he said with a tsk.

Bella simply blinked at him, and he could see her going down the list of his family in her mind, wondering whom she might possibly have forgotten.

“Lord Avery is in desperate need of a certain entertainment.”

“Is he, indeed?” The most beautiful smile spread across her face and her silvery eyes twinkled just so with realization of what he was about.

Greg agreed with a nod. “In fact, he’s quite looking forward to you entertaining him in his chambers.” He glanced down at his watch fob. “Well, right this moment, actually.”

Her blush grew deeper as she said, “Well, as Lord Avery is my favorite of all the Averys, I’d hate to keep him waiting.”

Greg slid his hands to her waist and drew her to him. “He is very glad to hear that, my love.” And then he dipped his head down and kissed her. How he loved this lady, his wonderful wife who made every single one of his days better than the last.


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