“When will I see you again?” she asked, already missing him.

“As soon as you fall asleep. I’ll visit you in your dreams,” Dévon promised. Her eyebrows creased and her eyes filled with sorrow.

“It isn’t the same,” she whispered, knowing very well that as soon as she was able close her eyes, her forbidden flame would appear in all his untouchable affection. Hot tears began to flow in a river down her pale cheeks. Dévon gently wiped his thumb across her face, stopping a droplet in its path.

“How I wish I could ask a lady to be sensible,” he smiled wistfully and pecked her once more on the lips before stepping back and allowing the carriage to leave. She blew a kiss before pulling her head inside to brace herself for the bumps along the road.

Dévon turned back to his manicured gardens and sprawling estate with a sigh. Where there was a will, there was a way. If he could just figure out a plan, Dévon was sure he could escape with his mistress to a life he dared dream of.