The next few days were, indeed, an idyll out of time. Though Augusta spent some time packing, with Colin's help, for the trip to England, they also spent a great deal of time in bed. Or on the floor. Once even bent over Augusta's sitting room sofa. She'd never imagined lovemaking could be so exciting, or that so many variations existed. It seemed all they had to do was glance at one another and suddenly they were in each other's arms. Of course, she knew that this was only a honeymoon and that everything would change once the children came home, but still, it would give them a good foundation on which to build the rest of their lives.
On the fourth day, the farm cart bearing the children returned. Colin stood beside Augusta at the foot of the drawbridge as Thomas drove across and stopped.
