Ian was looking at the makeshift tent that was now down and packed to be put into the traveling trunk as Emily was dusting her skirts as she was smiling at him. Ian smiled back as he went to her side and swept Emily off her feet as he kissed the living twilight out of her. His wife giggled before, at his acute hearing, Ian heard that their carriage was approaching. He put his wife down before he turned as the coachman was pulling the reins of the carriage horses. He bowed to Ian. “Milord,” he said as the footman stepped down from his place and went to put the trunk onto the carriage as the coachman helped him. Emily sighed.
“Well, this is a bit of a rush for our wedding trip but for three days and two nights, that was something I could never forget about it,” his wife said, smiling as Emi
