Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. “Be brave,” she said. “It’s not a duck, is it?”
He turned to smile at her, dark hair falling in his eyes, just as the door opened to reveal a neatly dressed palor maid in a black dress and white mobcap. She took one look at the group on the doorstep, and her eyes widened like saucers.
"Miss Cecily," she gasped, and then her eyes went to Will. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house.
"Oh dear," said Tessa.
"I have that effect on woman," Will said. "I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me."
"I can still change me mind," Tessa said sweetly.
"Don’t you dare"