Second Epilogue
Louis: Ashworth Estate, England - 6 Months Later
They'd ridden out together after supper, the late autumn air sharp enough to bite through their coats. Georgie had beaten him to the clearing because she always did—she rode faster than any woman of his acquaintance and most of the men—and by the time he'd tied off the horses she was already through the door, her cloak tossed over a chair, her hair falling loose around her shoulders.