He was a man who learned from his mistakes.
But he hoped he would never learn everything when it came to Selena Savage.I look forward to being corrected.
“Warrick? What are you staring at?”
He blinked away his musings, smiling when Selena walked up to him. She was here. In his home. She was his in every sense.
Well, almost. “Not much,” he murmured. His gaze swept over her trunks again. If this was a dream, Warrick never wanted to be disturbed from his sleep. “I can’t believe your brother left London, and he left me with you. Alone.”
“Not that hard, considering all that happened, and we are leaving today as well.”
Yes, they were eloping.
She had agreed last night, and of course Warrick, as a gentleman, had to seal the agreement with a night of devotion. Too much devotion. Especially for someone who had been tied to a chair for two days. His body could barely move today.
“You look tired.” Selena led him to a sofa and pushed him down. “The carriage is being readied. You can rest once we are on the road, or we can delay another day.”
“No delays.”
“So hasty.” She poured them each a cup of tea.
He tracked her movements, smiling when she handed him his cup. “Thank you.”
“A pleasure.” She took a sip of tea, and promptly sprayed it all over the table.
“Not a pleasure after all?” Warrick teased. That had been his own reaction when he first took a sip of this particular tea, reminding him why he preferred the strong brew of coffee.
“This is terrible!” She frowned and sniffed the tea. “Has the tea gone bad? Dear Lord.”
He shrugged. “It’s the tea you sent me as a gift.”
Her eyes widened. “Surely not.”
Warrick nodded and took a sip. He’d grown accustomed to the taste. “The very same.”
“And you drink this?”
“The stuff is atrocious, I agree.” His eyes delved into hers. “But you gifted the tea, so I drink the tea.” And she mentioned it helped with hair growth. A man had to try all the remedies he could get, didn’t he?
She set down her cup. “Why on earth would you torture your tastebuds so?”
“You get used to the taste.” He nudged her foot with his. “Do you understand how much I love you now? This is the only tea I drink.”
“Shall I purchase you more?”
“Please don’t.”
She snorted. “So much for this love. However, even if you don’t drink this stuff, even if you turn bald, I will still love you. Don’t drink stuff you don’t like.”
Warrick’s heart warmed. And he said he’dtryall remedies, not commit to them for the rest of his life. In that regard, he only needed one. He only needed her. “Turn bald? Don’t even utter such blasphemy.”
Her brows suddenly puckered. “By the by, I seem to recall you prefer older women.”
It was his turn to choke. “Where the hell did you hear that?”
“I overheard you talking to my brother once.”
He set down the tea, turning to her. “When?”
