“Is this really happening?” Maggie asked him.

“It’s happening,” Michael confirmed with a warm smile. “And it’s exactly what should be happening. Nothing has ever felt as right to me in my entire life.”

Maggie squeezed his hand lovingly, knowing that it was true and deriving strength from his confidence. Maybe some might consider what she was doing wrong. But nothing had felt so right in ages.

In America, no one would care if she was a Darlington. It would be neither an honor nor a disgrace. She would simply be Maggie, her own self.

Michael drew her close to him and wrapped her in his free arm. Maggie rested her head on his chest, letting the drumming of his heartbeat merge with the crash of the waves. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too. And I love the baby. We’re going to be happy, Maggie.”

Several months later, Maggie held James in her arms as she leaned against a doorjamb in their New York apartment. The little fellow’s eyes were drifting shut. He’d had an exciting day in the park, now that he’d learned to take a few steps. He was happily exhausted. In her free hand, she held a letter from Lila giving her news of Wentworth Hall and her family.

She couldn’t believe nearly a year had passed since she and Michael had come to America. What an adventure it had been at first! How happy they were now that they’d finally moved into their own place.

To think, too, that it was Lila who had struck on this plan. Lila, who she thought she’d had to protect, had ended up saving her. Of course Ian had been wonderful too. It was so sweet of him to let them stay in his family’s New York apartment when they first arrived in New York. If it hadn’t been for his motorcar they never would have been able to get to the dock and aboard the ship sailing for America. He even lent them the money they needed until Maggie had pawned her jewels and paid him back.

“I don’t care a bit!” Maggie had assured Michael when he protested. “They’re all old and out of style anyway. Our new, amazing life is worth so much more than a few shiny trinkets.”

Michael’s first stop was to seek work at Belmont Park racetrack on Long Island, outside the city. There was nothing for him but they told him to check back in a few months. For now he was working as a courier and making enough to support them. He’d even begun talking about opening his own courier business, maybe out on Long Island.

Maggie closed her eyes to let the image of them in a regular house in the country sink in. “We’ll be happy,” she crooned to the sleeping baby, “in our own home someday soon.”

James sighed in his sleep and shifted his position.

Maggie glanced at the letter she held. Lila had reported that she and Ian had stayed in touch after heading back to universty with Wes. He had been invited back to Wentworth Hall to have Christmas with the family. Someday, Maggie dared to hope they might even forgive Michael and her, even though Lord Darlington had disinherited her and James for now.

“I hope someday you’ll see your grandparents,” Maggie whispered hopefully to James. “Maybe Lila will marry Ian and move to America. Wouldn’t that be wonderful!”

Besides, Wesley had been supportive. “Don’t fret about being disinherited too much,” he’d counseled them. “I’ve seen the account books. There’s no big inheritance coming your way. Lila and I will split whatever we get three ways. I promise.”

“Will he disown Lila for this, as well?” Maggie had asked.

Wesley had shaken his head. “He doesn’t know this was her bright idea. Or of Ian’s role. I certainly won’t tell him.”

What a crushing week it had been for her father, Maggie considered. The news that she was leaving with Michael—plus the Fitzhugh twins had left the day of their eighteenth birthdays without even saying good-bye. That potentially lucrative alliance had also crashed and burned before his very eyes.

James stirred on her shoulder and lifted his head. His green eyes opened. The breeze from the open window ruffled his downy tufts of hair, making him smile. Maggie reached up to run her fingertips along his baby-soft cheeks.

Michael walked in from his job and smiled at them, encircling both Maggie and the baby in his arms. “That’s right, James, you smile,” he spoke to James tenderly. “Mommy and Daddy are here and there are nothing but good days ahead.”

Maggie reached up and kissed Michael. Never in her life had she felt more loved and more optimistic about the future. “Good days ahead,” she echoed. “Such good days.”