Chapter 41

The door from his dressing room finally opened and Augusta looked up from where she sat on a footstool in front of the fire. He leaned against the door in a silk banyan and smiled wickedly.

"Promise me, wife, that you're going to do something to cheer this mausoleum up a bit. The house itself is wonderful, but the décor..." he broke off with an exaggerated shudder.

"It's all expensive, excellent quality," she agreed. "But a wee bit...dark?" She couldn't help but be delighted by the idea that he wanted her to take charge of his home.

Colin laughed. "Well, the view in this room has already improved considerably - just because you're in it." He crossed swiftly to her side and held out a hand to help her to her feet.