A candle flickered as he took another step back. She remembered there was a row of them in long wrought-iron candleholders along the pathway to the door.
"Let her go," Caleb repeated and she felt Nash's hold ease as he glanced behind him, gauging his route of escape.
Lee moved in that instant, turning and shoving with all her strength. Luc leapt forward and so did Caleb as Nash staggered, lost his balance, fell toward one of the candles, and the sleeve of his dove gray coat went up in flames. Nash screamed at the fire racing up his arm and a half dozen British soldiers rushed forward. Luc got there first and Nash went down beneath his weight.
In seconds the flames were out and Jonathan Parker lay immobile on the stone floor of the chapel.
Lee's gaze searched for Caleb and then she was in his arms, clinging to him and feeling such a surge of love and pain that even if she tried, she could not speak.
"It's all right, love, it's over."
For long moments, she clung to him. Dear God, she loved him so much. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, felt the fierce beating of his heart, and wondered how she ever could have thought she could be happy with any other man.
Caleb bent his head and very gently kissed her. "I didn't know about the wedding," he said, easing her a little away. "It's a long story." He handed her into the care of his brother, a bit reluctantly, she thought. "I'll be back in a minute." He flashed Luc a smile. "Don't let her out of your sight until I return."
Luc just grinned and she noticed there was a dimple in his cheek.
Lee watched Caleb walk over to her father, his limp a little more pronounced. She couldn't hear what was said, but her father was nodding and when Caleb finished, the marquess' face lit up in a smile.
While the troopers and Major Sutton escorted the viscount out of the church, Caleb made his way to her aunt. Aunt Gabby started nodding and smiling, took out a handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes. Lee watched Caleb's limping progression back to her side and her heart squeezed almost painfully.
Hope had started rising. Perhaps he had come for her, after all. It was madness to hope for such a thing, but there it was, blooming to life in her chest.
Caleb paused to speak to the archbishop, then returned to where she stood next to Luc. By now the guests in the church had all sat back down and were waiting for the drama to play out. Caleb dropped down on one knee in front of her and took hold of her trembling hand. He looked unbearably handsome and there was so much tenderness in his expression, her eyes filled with tears.
His hand tightened around her fingers. "My dear Miss Montague. I would have stopped this wedding sometime back if I had known about it. I love you, Lee. More than life itself. Will you marry me?"
The audience gave up a collective sigh.
The tears in Lee's eyes spilled over and ran down her cheeks. "Caleb… I love you so much."
He lifted her hand and pressed it against his lips. "If that is a yes, my love, please say it so the archbishop can finish this wedding—this time with the proper man."
She smiled at him and spoke around the tears in her throat. "I'll marry you. I would have married you when I thought you were a groom."
Caleb's expression softened and something tender flashed in his dark eyes. He drew her into his arms as he came to his feet and she clung to him.
"I love you," she said. "I love you so much."
A man cleared his throat and she realized the Earl of Selhurst had walked up beside them. "I believe a special license has been procured from the archbishop so that this wedding may proceed."
Caleb cast a look at his father. Clearly, he was surprised to see the smile the earl wore on his face.
Selhurst turned the warmth of that smile in her direction. "It is a pleasure, Miss Montague, to welcome you into the family."
Caleb gazed at his father and something passed between them, something that seemed to bridge the differences they had had.
"You heard the earl," Luc said, with a dimpled grin. "Let's get this wedding finished."
Caleb caught her hand and brought it to his lips. There was so much love in his eyes a lump formed in her throat.
The wedding went forward as if it had never been interrupted, and when the archbishop instructed the groom to kiss the bride, Caleb made certain she knew which man she had wed. She was Mrs. Caleb Tanner. And this was, indeed, the happiest day of her life.
Epilogue
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Riding over the green rolling fields of Shadow's Keep, the estate in Surrey that Caleb and Lee had bought just after their wedding, Caleb pulled rein on his tall black gelding, Solomon. The horse carried several battle scars from the awful fighting at Talavera, but like his owner, the animal had survived.
Caleb smiled as he surveyed his surroundings. The land was beautiful, verdant and rolling, more than a thousand acres of prim grasslands, perfect for raising horses. And the woman at his side was Lee.
Caleb was happy. So very happy.
Still, he had work to do in the stable, preparing it to receive the new batch of mares they had purchased at Tattersall's just last week. He should be there now, but his wife had shown up with an overflowing picnic basket that smelled so inviting he couldn't refuse her invitation to share it with him.
"What's the occasion?" he had asked. "I know I didn't forget your birthday." He grinned. "I doubt I ever will."
Lee laughed. He had always loved her soft, smoky laughter.
"I've a surprise for you. Come on—we'll picnic in the grove at the top of the hill."
He couldn't resist her, of course. He never could. They reached the rise and Caleb pulled rein on his horse.
"All right, you've kept me waiting long enough. What is the surprise?"
Lee just laughed. "Not yet. I'll not be hurried with news as important as this. I'm hungry. This is the perfect spot for a picnic. Let's eat first and then I shall be more than happy to tell you."
Caleb swung down from his horse. "You little vixen. I want to know what you're keeping from me. You're torturing me and enjoying every moment."
"Of course I am. One thing I learned as Vermillion was how to tease a man."
Caleb laughed. He reached up and lifted Lee down from her sidesaddle. "That teasing goes both ways, you know." And after a long, lingering kiss that left them both slightly breathless, he thought he had proved his point.
Lee just smiled. "As soon as we finish our picnic, not before."
He kissed her nearly senseless. "Tell me now."
"All right. Aunt Gabriella has agreed to marry Lord Claymont."
"God's breath—she is finally putting the old boy out of his misery."
She grinned. "Aunt Gabby says she loves him. She says that after watching us make cakes of ourselves these past eight months and knowing how happy Charles and Elizabeth have been, she has come to believe in happy endings."
Caleb nuzzled the side of her neck. "I'm really glad for them."
"Me, too." She went up on her toes and pressed a last kiss on his lips. "But that isn't the secret I came out here to tell you."
"What!"
She laughed and spun away from him. "This secret is a great deal bigger."
He started stalking her. With every step he took closer, Lee took a step away. "Give me a hint," he said. "I demand that right as your husband."
She rolled her eyes. "Well… it's something you've been wanting."
"I've got it! You bought me that stallion I've been hoping to talk Claymont into selling."
"Better than that."
"What could possibly be better? That horse is remarkable. He'll sire a line of Thoroughbreds that will make our racing stable famous."
She gave him a playful smile. "What else have you been wanting?"
"Right now, I'm wanting to throttle you—or better yet, drag you down in the grass and make love to you until you're too tired to give me any more trouble."