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There was nothing more wonderful and terrifying than waking up in a bed beside Philippa. They had slept clear through the night and dawn was peeking through the curtains by the window overlooking the gardens in the back of Boudreaux Hall.
Beau lay flat on his back, replaying the night’s stunning turn of events. Bedding Philippa had been the best moment of his life. There was no doubt of that. She had erased all of the memories of other women in his mind. He half-smiled as he looked down at her. She lay tucked beside him, deeply asleep, hair spilling across his chest, her arm curled tight around him as though she feared he would try to slip away.
He sighed at feeling her breath against his skin and watching her lashes twitch as she dreamed, hopefully of him. It was enchanting. He coul
