She was dead. Dead, and in paradise. That was the only logical explanation for how perfect this moment was. A lesser woman might have released tears of joy, but Maeve was dignified in her utter elation.

“On this,” came her wry reply, “it appears we see eye to eye at last. I cannot imagine a life of happiness that does not have you by my side—a worthy adversary and an honourable partner.”

To think that a fortnight ago “he’s vexing” had been the kindest thing she had thought to say about him!