“When I received notice that I was to be transferred, I was afraid I’d never see you again, and that made me sad.”
“It did?”
Peter nodded and took a step closer. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he wasn’t sure she would welcome his attentions. “May I—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Grace stepped forward and pressed her lips against his. He was shocked for a moment, but soon, he was kissing her sweet lips. When she sighed, hedeepened the kiss and pulled her into his embrace until they heard someone clear their throat behind them.
They jumped apart and turned to see who was in the garden. This was bad, very, very bad, especially if it was Jacob.
“I’m sorry to disturb you,” Kathryn said. “Mr. Swifton wanted you to know the cart is ready for you, Mr. Wallings.”
“Of course. Thank you, Lady Kathryn. Miss Parker, good day to you,” Peter said as he strode out of the garden and around toward the front of the house. Today had been the most perfect day of his life. He’d kissed the woman of his dreams, and he couldn’t be happier.
When he reached the front drive, he found Mr. Swifton holding Belle’s reins. “Take good care of her, vicar. I’ve also loaded a few bales of hay and a container of oats for her in the back of the cart to tide you over until you can get more.”
“Thank you, Mr. Swifton. That was very kind of you.” Peter stroked Belle’s neck. “Come on, girl. It’s time to go home.”
Mr. Swifton handed Peter the reins. “Good day, vicar.”
“Good day, Mr. Swifton. I hope to see you at Sunday services,” Peter said, hopping up on the bench.
The stablemaster nodded.
As Peter took the reins and clicked Belle into motion, he thanked God for the twists and turns his life had taken thus far, which had enabled him to once more see the woman he desired above all else.