Epilogue
New Orleans, three months later…
Philippa stood at the far end of a long dirt road that led to a white columned manor house. It had been almost completely ready for them to live in when they’d first arrived. Ashton Lennox had prepared for whoever was coming to manage the shipping line. Ahead of her, Beau stood next to a tall man with fair hair, one of the architects that Beau had recently hired to help build onto their new home. They were both devoid of their coats due to the warmth. The winter in New Orleans was far fairer than in England. Between them, they carried a wooden beam that would soon form part of the new nursery on the back of the house.
Philippa placed a protective hand on her stomach as she walked through the avenue of tall oaks that lined the road to their home.
