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40 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 9, 2013
“Unless he were a duke, a wealthy one at that, why, having finally gained some measure of freedom, would I subject myself to such bondage again? I’ve done my duty. Given my late tyrant of a husband his heir and spare.”
“Really, Caro, I won’t let you near my daughter with that sort of speech.”
Caroline laughed, pleased that she finally had some sort of unmeasured reaction from her friend.
“You, with your string of lovers and a husband still sharing your bed on the odd night? You are one to talk.”
“Lovers are perfectly acceptable.”
Caroline turned away, the air in the room suddenly oppressive and her chest ridiculously tight. How quickly a mood could change.
Only, she hadn’t had the luxury of waiting for him. At twenty, a young man may idle away his years of immaturity. At eighteen, a young lady must make a proper match. Especially if her impoverished parents are dependent upon that union for their income.
“The garden,” she whispered without pleasantries, aware that he knew exactly who stood to his right.
It should have been his child inside her...
They’d danced and flirted and then between a house party in June and the beginning of the Brighton season in August, she’d married another man. No word, no warning. Even Julia had been taken by surprise.
“Why is it wrong that I love you?” His words surprised him, unbidden as they were.
Her expression froze. Then she made a disgusted little moue with her mouth....
“You may love me, John, as you wish. If it pleases you to think that is what you feel. I believe you want to trap me, to own me as you would a new carriage. Do you love your carriages?”
When Caroline's husband had died, his nascent hope had been tempered by the passion with which she had celebrated her sudden freedom. He hadn't again dared to imagine ...
Until she came to him.
Sutbridge lifted the heavy iron knocker. Let it fall.
Thud.
He could hear a carriage pass by behind him. Feel the vibrations of its progress through the ground beneath his feet. The wait was appalling. It gave him far too much time to think, to doubt the wisdom of coming here. But he'd spent ten years wishing for something he couldn't have.
And now he could
- pp. 28-29
"Really, Caro, I won't let you near my daughter with that sort of speech."
Caroline laughed, pleased that she had some sort of unmeasured reaction from her friend. "You, with your string of lovers and a husband still sharing your bed on the odd night? You are one to talk."
- p. 3