In this, the third book of the best-selling Hunter’s Ridge series, twin sisters, Louisa and Lucy, are looking forward to reuniting after several months apart. Though they correspond regularly, letters are nothing compared to being together, sharing their lives, and whispering their secrets to one another.
Anticipation has caused both to be naughtier than usual—but their husbands, who are also very strict Papas, have no hesitation in reminding them what happens when their Little brides test the rules.
After a very educational evening visit to Miss Eleanor Summers' school, Louisa’s eyes are opened to what might be if she continues her bratty ways—and her attitude is quickly adjusted. Lord Edward Wintercrest has not only taken possession of an intriguing box from Eleanor to share with his best friend and Lucy’s Papa, Lord Lucas Huntington, he has also ensured that the long carriage ride to Hunter’s Ridge will offer his precious little lady comfort and distraction from boredom.
Lucas’ family is excited about the upcoming visit as they prepare for the holidays and the final ball of the season. And Lord Stefan Northbridge is not one to sit idly aside when there is a chance to do a bit of matchmaking. Will Franny be able to trust another suitor after her narrow escape from the clutches of Lord Drakemore?
Is Ettie ready to put away her childhood toys as she enters the grown-up world, or is she looking for a man far more like her brother than Lucas realizes?
Only a few things are certain: no matter what the future holds for the others at Hunter’s Ridge, both Lucy and Louisa will continue to be cherished and coddled by their husbands—and their Papas will always be there to remind them of their vows to submit. With their unwavering love for these precious women, and unfaltering attention to their backsides whenever they step out of line, this reunion exceeds both sisters' expectations.
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"Do you not wish to eat any cake?" Edward asked, transferring the fork to his own mouth. "I assure you it's quite delicious." He ate another large bite.
"I can eat by myself, Papa," she whispered, the closeness of other diners making her afraid they'd hear her words.
He didn't speak; simply lifted his eyes to hers as he took another bite. The cake was almost gone as he continued to enjoy it, and she squirmed on her chair. Louisa finally nodded, "Please, Papa, may I have a bite?"
A forkful was presented to her mouth and she took the bite. It was delicious, and when no outcry of improper table manners was screeched by the other diners, she accepted another. Edward bent forward and wiped her mouth, where a bit of icing clung to one corner. Before sitting back, he spoke softly. "Who are you?"
Confused at the question, she shook her head. "You know I'm Louisa."
"Your full name, please."
"Um, Lady Louisa Michelle Wintercrest."
"And who am I to you?" he asked.
"Lord Edward Wintercrest, my husband and my Papa."
"Are you ashamed of either your roles or mine?"
"No, Papa, I'm not ashamed. I just—no, Papa, I'm proud to belong to you."
Nodding, he sat back and gestured with his hand. "These people are strangers, Louisa. They do not know you, nor do they care about you. I suggest you remember who does care, and who has promised to take care of you in all ways. It hurts me to think the woman I love is embarrassed when her Papa wishes to share a treat."
"I'm sorry," she said, feeling properly chastised. She had a chance to prove her words when he produced a bottle from his pocket and asked their server to fill it with milk. Though the woman slid her eyes to where Louisa was sitting, she didn't question the request, only nodding to Edward.
Louisa sat and waited while her Papa enjoyed a snifter of brandy. True to his word, no one was paying them any mind. Other than a few glances and a few nods, the others had their own lives to lead and their own conversations to hold. When the woman returned with the bottle, he thanked her and finished his drink.