" But if they didn’t return to Halstead Hall before their absence was discovered, she’d be ruined. A young unmarried female couldn’t just go off on a trip, no matter how short, with an unmarried gentleman. They’d have to marry.
Yes-they would, wouldn’t they?
A powerful longing swept him as he watched her hug Mrs. Duffet. For one fleeting moment, he indulged the fantasy of being Celia’s husband.
He would return to Cheapside every day after work at Bow Street to find her, his wife, waiting in his home to greet him with a kiss. They’d have a pleasant dinner, then walk down to Blackfriars Bridge and stroll across the Thames to watch the sun set in summer or the moon rise on a chilly night in winter.
Once they returned home, he’d write up his reports as she darned his socks-
A harsh laugh clogged his throat. As if a lady like her would ever darn socks. Or be satisfied with a simple walk across a bridge in the moonlight instead of a night at the theater.
You could afford a night at the theater from time to time, and new socks anytime your old ones get holes.
But only if he became Chief Magistrate. And once the children came along…
Children? That was quite the leap forward, considering that a marriage between them was impossible. Damn Mrs. Plumtree to hell. "

― Sabrina Jeffries , A Lady Never Surrenders (Hellions of Halstead Hall, #5)