"What makes you think I tricked you?"
"I heard you shout so I hurried down. Next thing I knew, you were already near the top."
"My hand suffered a cut but I continued on. Had you not gone back down, you would have won. I concede that you deserve your prize."
Darcy reached for her hands and inspected the wound.
"It is nothing, Fitzwilliam."
He gazed lovingly at her flushed face while reverently kissing her hands.
Elizabeth's voice trembled,
"Now that you have claimed your reward, we better return--"
"Not just yet."
And he leaned down and kissed her…