A Convenient Wedding. Lucy Gordon

was highly entertained.

      ‘I think I’d like you to be Lady Larne,’ he said at last.

      ‘Thus saving your rent-free cottage?’ she supplied, reading him without trouble.

      ‘Exactly,’ he said, unashamed. ‘Don’t be in a hurry to leave. Give us a chance. You might like us. And Larne is beautiful.’

      ‘Yes, it is,’ she said slowly. ‘Last night it tried to kill me. This morning—it’s amazing. I can’t believe it’s the same place.’

      ‘It’s got more moods than you can think of. Stay at least a few days.’