Bronwyn Scott's Sexy Regency Bundle (113 page)

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Elena flashed through his mind: Elena lying in bed with him, her hair spilling across his chest, Elena dancing in his

tonight, Elena crying

out in passion as they made love.

She had saved him in more ways than giving him back his physical life. She'd connected to his very soul and there was no way he'd survive letting her go.

pushed out of the chair.

His decision was made.

Chapter 20

Elena woke to the press of his weight on the mattress. The room was still dark-not more than a few hours had passed. She was amazed she'd slept at all, though there had been peace in having the truth-all of it-laid out in the open.

"Grayson?" she whispered uncertainly in the darkness.

"Elena, it's me." He drew her into his and she felt his strength surround her. She'd not thought to feel it again. "Everything's alright." He kissed the top of her head. He was naked.

"Tell me what that means," Elena said breathlessly. Did she dare hope he'd seen the of her confession?

"It means I love you, Elena. It means I understand why you did what you did. And in the end, we built our own

together. I don't want

to turn my back on those."

Elena squeezed her eyes shut, tears of a different sort than the ones she cried earlier leaking out the comers.

Bronwyn Scott

"Are you crying?"

asked. "Why?"

"Because I am so happy. I don't deserve it, Gray son."

"Yes you do." He pulled her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. "I want to you, in the

chapel here at the pazo tomorrow. But I also have a duty to my family. I have to go back to England-I want to take you with me. But if you want to fight for the pazo,

help you. If you

want to sell it to Don Alicante, we'll do it. Just tell me what you want."

Elena sighed.

was hers.
The pazo,

the village, had not been the happiest of places for her. She'd hung onto the estate because it had been the only thing she had to support herself. But now with

by her side.. . Her decision was

easy. "We'll sell. My home is with you, always."

It was the

In the past months, being

with

had taught her the most important of

lessons: home wasn't necessarily a place but a person. She'd gone looking for an imposter but she'd found

love instead. She

in his

and kissed him

on the mouth.

But that was merely a prelude to other things.

Three weeks later, Mr. and Mrs.

Prentiss sailed up the mouth of the Thames to the Pool of London, with Patrick Flaherty beside them at the rail of the boat.