"I don't want you to be different, Dare. I love you exactly as you are."

He lifted their clasped hands to kiss her fingers ardently. "Say it again-tell me you love me."

"I love you, Dare. I always will."

"I will never tire of hearing that. And I swear on my life, I will never again give you cause to doubt how much I love you."

Shutting his eyes, he drew Julienne to him again, cradling her close against his heart. She was wrong; he wasn't mistaken about his feelings. He understood completely the meaning of true love.

True love was Julienne. She was his heart, his life, his hopes, his every dream.

She was his precious love. He would spend the rest of his life proving it to her.

And now that he had found her again, he would never, ever let her go.

Epilogue

Kent, England, July 1814

The cottage where they'd held their lovers' trysts seven years ago had changed little in the interval. The property had been carefully maintained, the garden lovingly tended and allowed to flourish. Now a profusion of sweet summer roses ran riot, perfuming the warm afternoon air as Dare carried his bride over the threshold.

Setting Julienne on her feet, he kissed her deeply, wanting to sink so completely into her that she would never be free of him.

They were married now, wed by special license because Dare had refused to wait the necessary three weeks for the banns to be read. They'd left London this morning for Kent and traveled directly to Wolverton Hall, where Dare gave his new lady only moments to change her carriage dress before he whisked her off to the cottage.

"At last," he murmured hoarsely when he allowed Julienne to catch her breath. "This has been a dream of mine for an eternity, returning here with you."

Her smile was magical and set his pulse soaring- which naturally dictated that he claim her mouth again. Responding eagerly, Julienne reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair, while her kiss reached deep inside him to twine around his heart.

When finally Dare forced himself to draw back, his blood was so heated, it was simmering; he wanted her so badly, need was like a fire inside him.

But there was no rush, he reminded himself. They had time on their side. A lifetime together-and he wanted to savor every instant.

"I want to make love to you in the rose garden," Dare said thickly, pulling the pins from her hair.

"I thought you would never ask."

Clasping his wife's hand, he led her outside to the rear of the cottage. Late afternoon sunlight cast a golden warmth over the walled rose garden, wrapping them in a cocoon of privacy. In one corner, beneath a cherry tree, a blanket awaited them, along with the basket Dare had ordered brought here.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Julienne asked in delight as he plucked a red rose and tucked it in her hair.

"Down to every last detail. I told you I have been waiting forever for this moment."

Dare dropped to his knees on the blanket and fished in the basket. With Julienne watching, he drew out a bucket of iced champagne, a crystal goblet, a huge bowl of ripe strawberries and another of clotted cream, and finally a small vellum-wrapped packet tied with red ribbons.

When he glanced up to see her standing over him, he couldn't help but be amused. "See, you've won our damned wager, my love. I'm on my knees to you. Again."

"Are these my winnings?" she asked curiously when he handed her the packet.

"No, this is my wedding gift to you."

He drew Julienne down beside him and braced his back against the tree trunk, tucking her in the curve of his arm. "Open it."

Inside was a deed, along with several other certified documents. He saw her eyes grow moist as she read the deed. He had purchased her ancestral home, the Chateau-Folmont in Languedoc.

Her tremulous smile told him clearly that he had pleased her.

"Thank you, Dare," she said in a fervent whisper. "This means so much to me. And I know my mother would have been overjoyed."

"I will take you there someday. Perhaps next year."

"There is no hurry, is there?"

"No hurry at all," he answered, suspecting that the memories of their recent ordeal in France were still too raw for Julienne to wish to return just now. "But you have yet to decide where you want go on our wedding trip."

They had discussed beginning in Italy and perhaps venturing as far as Russia. Dare wanted to show Julienne the world. They had also considered taking Lucian up on his offer of his castle in the Scottish Highlands, since during the summer months the British Isles would be far cooler than the rest of Europe. Moreover, Brynn's brother Grayson seemed to have disappeared from there, and Brynn had begun to worry.

Dare might have volunteered to search for him, but he judged that he'd done his duty for the moment.

And he had more important matters to attend to just now, namely his new bride.

"I admit Italy sounds lovely," Julienne said, folding the packet and returning it to the basket for safekeeping.

"It's almost as lovely as my wife." He nuzzled her ear. "I'll show you the all delights of Venice and Florence and Rome."

Interrupting his attentions then, Dare poured a goblet of champagne, and they took turns sipping from the same glass while he hand-fed her strawberries dipped in cream.

"We will have to return by fall," Julienne reminded him between bites and his nibbling kisses.

"By September," Dare agreed. This fall would be busy with more race meets. They had missed the Derby at Epsom Downs in early June, while they were in France, although neither of Dare's entries had won. "The St. Ledger is held in September. And Parliament reconvenes in November."

"And Arnold expects me to begin rehearsals by late October."

Julienne's contract had been renewed at Drury Lane with her promise to star in two performances a month. She hadn't wanted to quit acting altogether, and to her relief, Dare hadn't expected her to.

"I am glad," she admitted, "that you didn't insist I give up my career simply because I am a marchioness."

Humor danced in his eyes. "I value my skin too highly to risk disappointing your legion of fans. And it would be a pity to deprive the world of your tremendous talent."

"Do you truly mean that?" Julienne asked, warmed by his praise.

"Unequivocally. I have the greatest respect for your acting skills. Your genius is what brought down a traitor." Dare bit into a cream-drenched strawberry, then offered her the other half as he chewed thoughtfully. "Although… you may want to consider retirement once we have children."

Julienne turned to gaze at him solemnly. They had never discussed the issue. "Do you want children?"

His gaze was serious and devilish at the same time. "Not only do I want children, my darling, but I want the sublime pleasure of making them with you."

"May we begin soon?"

His slow, lazy smile was absolutely devastating. "I thought you would never ask," he replied, raking a searing look over her.

They undressed each other without haste, pausing to savor the texture and feel of each other's bodies… the sun-warmed skin, the heated pulses, the vital curves and hollows.

Julienne shivered when Dare's lips suckled the breast he had just bared.

"I know some inventive methods of using cream," he murmured, "but right now I only want to taste you. Come here, love."

He lay back languidly on the blanket, the image of virile strength, and reached his arms up in invitation.

Julienne, however, hesitated, wanting to treasure this moment. She could scarcely believe she wasn't dreaming. Dare was actually her husband at long last.

Breathless with wonder, she let her gaze drift over his body, drinking in his incredible masculine beauty…his lithe elegance, his lean hardness, his erotic smile, his emerald eyes that smoldered now with heat.

Every part of him was dear to her. She loved him with such deep certainty that he was part of her.

He was her heart, her passion, her joy. He was her destiny; he had always been so. Yet this moment had been so long in coming.

Rapt desire filled her as she bent over him. She ran her hands up his body, her fingers splaying along his muscles, supple and rippling beneath his feverish skin. She heard his ragged moan as her lips met his in a lingering kiss…

But Dare apparently wasn't willing to allow her control this time. Impatiently he shifted their positions, so that she lay beneath him, at his mercy.

His touch was exquisite and scorchingly sensual, his eyes bright and burning as he caressed her with his long, skillful fingers. He made love to her just as he had all those years ago, tenderly but impossibly demanding. He cherished her with his mouth and hands and body, arousing her to the burning point.

When he at last entered her, Julienne sighed with utter bliss at the sleek power and hardness of him.

Wrapping her legs around him, she moved with Dare in perfect unison, arching against him, crying his name as he claimed her, filled her, possessed her. And when the shattering explosion came, they melded together, two hearts coming home at last, forged into one by endless caresses of fire.

Afterward they lay together dreamily, breaths mingling, relishing the blissful sense of entwinement. Holding Julienne close, Dare felt a contentment so rich it vibrated deep into his soul.

This was pleasure, he thought. The kind of heartfelt pleasure that came from true love. This was joy. The kind of precious joy that made his heart sing.