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way to the open barouche, guests threw seeds and nuts over their heads that rained upon them in a rite of fertility. It shouldn’t surprise her that everything down to the finest detail had been planned for them while she hid in her room, ashamed that she had once again been the victim of another’s hatred.
    This one moment of normalcy brought more tears to her eyes.
    Her wedding day proved to be the most perfect day in her life.
    Before she knew it, Nick was handing her up into the carriage, pulled by two white geldings, champing at their bits to be given free rein.
    â€œHow ever did you procure them?” She leaned forward, wishing for a better look at the beautiful animals, wishing she could touch them in all their majesty.
    Nick hauled her down next to him on the soft velvet seat and pressed his fingers to her veil-covered lips. “We didn’t have time to plan a wedding more deserving—”
    â€œNick . . . ”
    â€œIt’s a gift. One of many I intend to shower you with.”
    Amelia lowered her gaze, but she couldn’t hide from Nick for long; his fingers were beneath her chin, lifting her face, forcing her to look at him and see the truth in his eyes.
    â€œDon’t shy away from me, Amelia.”
    â€œToday has been everything I ever wished for—and everything I never imagined possible. I’m overwhelmed by the emotions flooding me. By the love I feel for you . . . by everything. Oh, Nick, today has been so perfect I can’t find the right words of gratitude.”
    â€œWords aren’t needed.”
    Nick’s hands gathered up the lace of her veil. Amelia grasped his wrist before he could reveal her face. The carriage hadn’t yet moved, and she wasn’t ready to share her wounds with the world, even though it was only a matter of time before she would have to face all the kind people who had attended their wedding.
    â€œI will kiss my bride and claim you in front of our friends and guests.”
    Amelia gave a sidelong glance toward their audience, waving good-bye and cheering for them. What did she have to lose in ceding to Nick’s one wish?
    â€œTrust me,” he said.
    Nick’s hands engulfed hers, and he lowered them to her lap, quashing her efforts to try to pull the veil back in place. He used his free hand to gather up the delicate gauze. As the last bit of Chantilly lace cleared her mouth, Nick laid his lips upon hers.
    There was latent promise in the fold of his mouth over hers. It was like he was daring her, pushing her boundaries to see just how far she’d go. Would she deny herself something she wanted as much as he did? If she were a braver person, she would have lifted her veil in front of the guests, but she still wasn’t ready to take that step. Instead, she pulled away, thankful the veil hid her furious blush from everyone who cheered them on.
    â€œWave good-bye to our guests, Amelia. I’m about to steal you away for what remains of the week.”
    â€œThe week?” Panic set in.
    â€œYou’re my wife.” Nick turned his steady gaze on her, looking at her like he wanted to eat her up. “No one will judge us for not coming out of our room for the foreseeable near future.”
    Amelia laughed, though nerves might have caused her reaction more than mirth of the situation. “You have a wicked sense of humor and a devil of a tongue to tease me so. In case you have forgotten, our wedding dinner is planned for this evening,” she reminded him.
    â€œI don’t tease. I promise. Dinner is something we can worry about much later.” Nick leaned in and kissed her again.
    As the horses pulled the barouche forward, Nick sat down beside her and hauled her onto his lap. She went with a squeal of delight. And they both waved to the guests that still stood outside the church.
    Nick took one of her hands and pulled off her glove. He kissed the inside of her wrist, eliciting from her a sound