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     In what manner? Sir Grant asked calmly.
     He used a pistol. Lottie felt the tremor that went through Nick s body at the words.  I am at a loss to
    explain his actions, except to say that he seemed altogether mad. I told his servants to leave his body
    exactly as it was and not to touch anything, as you might wish to send a runner to investigate the scene.
     Well done, my lady, Sir Grant said.  May I prevail on you to answer just a few more questions?
     Tomorrow, Nick said roughly.  She s been through enough today. She needs to rest.
     I would be more than happy to tell you every detail, Lottie replied to Sir Grant,  if you will send for a
    doctor to attend to Lord Sydney s hand, and also have a look at our footman.
    The magistrate s green eyes crinkled charmingly at the corners.  We ll send for Dr. Linley at once.
     I ll fetch him, Sayer volunteered and left the office quickly.
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     Excellent, Morgan commented, his gaze returning to Nick.  And while we wait for Linley, my lord,
    perhaps you can explain to me how you came by your injuries and why you look and smell like you ve
    been tromping through Fleet Ditch.
    Much later, when they were at home in bed and had talked for what seemed to be hours, Nick told
    Lottie about the thoughts he d had in the perilous moments when he d thought he would fall to his death
    in the warehouse. As Lottie listened, she snuggled in the crook of his arm, gently circling her fingertips
    through the hair on his chest. His voice was deep and drowsy from the effects of the pain medication that
    Dr. Linley had insisted on giving him before setting and splinting his fingers. Nick had taken it only
    because the alternative was the undignified prospect of being held to the floor by Sayer and Morgan
    while the doctor poured the medicine down his throat.
     I never wanted to live so much as I did right then, hanging onto that rotting timber, Nick said.  I
    couldn t bear the thought of never seeing you again. All I want is time with you. To spend the rest of my
    life with you. I don t care about anything else.
    Murmuring her love to him, Lottie kissed the hard silken skin of his shoulder.
     Remember when I told you once that I needed to be a runner? he asked.
    Lottie nodded.  You said that you were addicted to the challenge and the danger.
     I m not any longer, he said vehemently.
     Thank God for that, Lottie said with a smile, lifting herself up on one elbow.  Because I have become
    rather addicted toyou .
    Nick traced the moonlit curve of her back with his fingers.  And I finally know what to wish for.
    Puzzled, she gazed down at him while the long locks of her hair trailed over his chest and shoulders.
     What?
     The wishing well, he reminded her.
     Oh, yes&  Lottie lowered her face to his chest and nuzzled the soft fur, recalling that morning in the
    forest.  You wouldn t make a wish.
     Because I didn t know what I wanted. And now I do.
     What do you want? she asked tenderly.
    His hand slipped behind her head, pulling her mouth down to his.  To love you forever, he whispered
    just before their lips met.
    Epilogue
    An hour after Master John Robert Cannon was born, Sir Ross carried his infant son to the parlor, where
    friends and family waited. A chorus of soft, delighted exclamations greeted the sight of the sleeping baby
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    wrapped in a lace-trimmed blanket. Surrendering the bundle to his beaming mother, Catherine, Sir Ross
    made his way to a chair and lowered himself into it with a long sigh.
    Studying his brother-in-law, Nick reflected that he had never seen him look so exhausted and unnerved.
    Sir Ross had defied convention by staying with his wife while she was in labor, as he was unable to wait
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