Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 129951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
And since I wasn’t done with how awesome I thought Saint, Bishop and Flint’s funereal decisions were for that dick, I joined him.
That said, even though all of what Ravenna told me made sense (or a certain kind of it), I wasn’t entirely sure all of it was true.
Prue hadn’t seen those visions, and the intruder that night followed me, seemingly unaware of the ghost ball, and he couldn’t have missed it.
It was safe to say I had an overactive imagination, I was dealing with Mom’s death, the challenge of a new book, and experiencing trial by fire as I became a part of a family while falling in love with the man of my dreams.
Not to mention, Chassie’s floorboard had been loose for decades so Harmony could hide her things under it. It was likely it would give eventually.
Last, cats were cats.
In the end, it didn’t really matter if it was phantasmagorical or real.
The end result was worth it.
It was several weeks later.
On a sunny day.
While Battle and I were watching my very young nephew and niece fail miserably at croquet (I mean, the mallet was taller than Rayray! but she was determined to play, God love her).
That was when he took my hand.
He slid Charlie’s ring from my finger, a ring I hadn’t taken off since he put it on. He grabbed my other hand and slid it there.
He then reached into the pocket of his jeans and went back to my left hand.
And there, he slid an almost-exact replica of Charlie’s ring to Harmony on my finger.
Of course, the diamonds were a whole lot bigger.
But other than that, it was the same.
In other words, it was outlandishly perfect.
Just like my fiancé.
He then raised my hand to his lips and kissed the ring, before he pressed my hand flat on his chest.
“Marry me?” he whispered.
I really wasn’t sure whether a duke throwing a strop about me leaving the country, exiting the room, coming back, dumping a bunch of rings on the table and telling me to pick one before shoving several on my finger to unofficially officially ask me to marry him was better than doing it standing in a beautiful garden of a beautiful house in the sun with our families close and happy.
But since I got both, who cared?
“Try and stop me,” I answered.
He let my hand go, curled both arms around me and kissed me.
The wind drifted through the trees.
The ghosts settled in their graves.
And the world was set to rights.
At least it was at The Downs.
As for all the rest…
Prue’s book release went as expected.
It was a phenomenal success.
She immediately signed another deal.
Once the attics had been cleared, the Talyns went to work, and her upstairs studio was created.
It was totally kickass.
Something else expected: not long after her first release, she got a streaming deal.
But not before me.
My book about Elizabeth and Christopher Hatton was optioned and made into a film.
I used part of the million pounds I got from Chelsea’s dad, which I’d given to Battle to invest for me, to purchase the fabulous gown I wore to the premiere, and obviously, Battle escorted me.
A gazillion pictures were taken of us.
And seriously, I had no clue how he did it.
But not a single one of them shared more than a partial profile.
Though a few of them got a good shot of my amazing dress.
So that worked for me.
As for those million pounds…
We did a family thing in both Paris and Milan, that being everyone went with us, including Battle, Hamish and Christian.
Prue and Chassie also did their Switzerland thing.
The world opened up for everyone at The Downs.
Even so, it was always there, homebase, so although we all had our adventures…
No one was ever gone for long.
Also about those million pounds…
It took some effort, but it was effort I gleefully expended, filling my part of Battle’s and my closet.
I received those sexy nighties, and with my windfall, I bought a lot more.
Truthfully, it was a waste of money. My man was visual, tactile and imaginative, and adding that visual usually meant any sexy nightie I donned ended up on my body for a few minutes and on the floor for a whole lot longer.
That didn’t stop me from buying them.
Not at all.
I’d been wrong about François.
He was one hundred percent not gay.
Though I was right about one thing.
He was also one hundred percent seriously in love with Prue.
It was just that it was another kind of love altogether.
He confessed this to her when she went to London (by herself!) to tool around some museums and do some shopping. He asked her to dinner, and she went thinking it was some kind of client relations thing.
It was not.
They started dating.
They fell in love.
They got married in the single weirdest wedding I’d ever attended (the theme for the décor was goldfish (don’t ask me), even the cake topper was a goldfish with a bow tie and another one wearing a veil—I’ll let you fill in the rest, just be sure to do it the weirdest way possible), where she wore a creation designed by her fiancé, which was the single weirdest wedding gown of all time (yes, it was orange).