Nelita put her cheek against his arm.
“You are so clever,” she murmured. “I thought that I was lost, completely and absolutely lost.”
“You will never feel like that again, my darling.”
There was a note of determination in his voice that made Nelita feel as if he was deliberately controlling his anger at what had happened.
“Where are we going now?” she asked.
“We are going to Rock Hall,” he replied, “which fortunately is not very far from here. As soon as we arrive, to make certain that this sort of thing can never happen again, we are going to be married.”
Nelita sat up straight so that she could stare at him.
“Married?” she asked. “But how – can we?”
“We will have to alter the Marriage Certificate that Jansen produced for you, but I don’t think the Vicar, who is also my private Ch
