However, Nick was more interested in catching his new wife’s eye. Pamela was busy chatting away with Lottie and Addie, which amazed him because when she was with them her stuttering was less noticeable. He still chuckled when he remembered how there was absolutely no hint of a stutter when she charged into his office ready to do him harm. It made him confident that eventually she would relax enough with him that the stutter would lessen.
Not that he cared. He loved her just the way she ways, stutter and all.
Just as he was about to walk across the room and throw her over his shoulder she turned and smiled at him. That was all it took.
Within minutes he had wrapped his arm around her waist, said a quick goodbye to the guests and ushered her out of the house.
“My goodness. Y-you are in s-such a hurry.”
“Oh, yes, my love. Very much in a hurry.” He helped her into his carriage and pulled down the shade to block out the rest of the world. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her with all the pent-up desire he’d been holding onto for weeks.
She leaned her forehead against his. “I love you, Mr. Smith.”
“And I love you, Mrs. Smith.” He leaned back. “However, I have been doing some investigation and actually, you are The Lady Pamela Smith.”
She rolled her beautiful eyes. “I don’t care, Mr. Smith.”
That was all he needed to hear.
And there was no stutter.
The End