The Marriage Truce. Ann Cree Elizabeth

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      She sighed. He had that implacable expression she was beginning to dread. She wrapped his coat more firmly about her shoulders. ‘Must we discuss this? It matters little.’

      He scowled. ‘But it does. You are betrothed to me.’

      ‘That does not mean I must answer to you in every matter.’

      ‘It does in this matter. Stay away from him.’

      His tone indicated the matter was closed. ‘Yes, my lord.’

      ‘Nor are you to go anywhere on the grounds without a footman.’

      ‘No, my lord.’

      He shot her a suspicious glance. His scowl deepened. ‘There is one more thing.’

      ‘Yes, my lord?’

      ‘Will you cease to address me as “my lord”?’ he snapped.

      ‘Very well, sir.’

      The next thing she knew he had stalked over to stand in front of her. She resisted the urge to cower and merely looked at him, her hands clasped in her lap.

      ‘Perhaps, Miss Chandler, you could tell me what the devil is going on,’ he said.

      ‘With what?’

      ‘I am very close to strangling you,’ he said softly.

      ‘I see.’

      ‘And the prospect does not frighten you?’

      ‘No. I suppose it might save quite a bit of trouble in the long run,’ she said complacently.

      He suddenly laughed. ‘Hardly. I would have murder added to my long list of sins.’ He paced away from her. The rain was starting to ease up. He turned and looked back at her. ‘Can we try for some sort of civility? I know I’ve a damnable temper and I’ve been told more than once I’m dictatorial, but there’s no need for you to defer to me like some sort of lackey. I’d rather you argue with me than persist in those blasted “yes, my lord, no, my lords”.’

      She sighed. ‘I fear I was rather angry with you. And when I do disagree, you immediately ply me with a thousand questions.’

      ‘I apologise.’ He ran a hand through his dark hair. ‘But I don’t want you out walking alone. I don’t trust Blanton.’

      ‘I am certain there is nothing to worry about,’ she said with more confidence than she felt, remembering Blanton’s words. But surely there was nothing Blanton could do.

      He raised a brow. ‘On this point, I don’t want you to argue. I am responsible for you.’

      ‘But we aren’t married yet. And even when we are…’

      ‘Sarah.’ His voice held a warning.

      ‘Yes, my lord.’

      He suddenly grinned, the harshness leaving his face. ‘I’ve changed my mind. You may defer to me after all, particularly in this instance. Although you will eventually need to address me by my given name.’

      She stared at him, her breath caught in her throat, hardly hearing his words. She’d never really seen him smile before, never seen his face light up without a hint of its usual cynicism. He looked almost boyish and immensely attractive. A peculiar warmth centred in her stomach.

      ‘Sarah?’

      She blinked. ‘I beg your pardon?’

      ‘Do you always disappear into such trances?’

      ‘No.’ She flushed and rose, her knees shaky. ‘The rain has stopped. Perhaps we should return to the house.’ She removed the coat from her shoulders, the loss of its warmth making her feel almost bereft. ‘Thank you for your coat.’ She held it out to him.

      ‘You may wear it until we reach the house.’

      ‘Th…thank you.’ Whatever was wrong with her? There was no reason for her to stammer like a school-girl just because he had smiled in such a way. It was unlikely to happen again. In fact, she hoped it would not, it was too unsettling.

      She started to move past him, only to find him blocking her way as he had earlier. He took the coat from her hands and draped it around her shoulders again. ‘It will hardly do you any good if you carry it.’

      ‘No.’ She gave him a swift smile, moved away as quickly as possible and descended the two steps leading from the temple. She stumbled a little in her haste.

      He was instantly at her side, his hand cupping her elbow, steadying her. His touch burned her skin and she jerked away.

      ‘Now what the devil is wrong?’ he demanded.

      ‘N…nothing.’

      ‘You are acting as if I’m about to ravish you. If you recall, my dear, I told you I had no intention of forcing you to my bed.’

      Her face heated even more. ‘It is not that.’ How could she explain that his touch completely unnerved her, made her heart beat too fast, her stomach tighten and disoriented her thinking, shattering her usual cool composure.

      ‘Then what is it?’ he asked impatiently.

      She held her sketchbook tightly against her chest. ‘I am rather tired. Perhaps we should go in.’

      ‘Very well,’ he said coolly. He fell into step beside her.

      They said nothing as they made their way to the house. He had retreated into a cool shell and Sarah’s mind had gone completely blank.

      They finally reached the steps leading to the back terrace. Sarah removed his coat from her shoulders and gave it to him. ‘Thank you, my lord.’

      ‘Of course.’ He looked down at her, his expression impenetrable. ‘I came to tell you I am leaving today to procure the marriage licence. I will see you tomorrow. The wedding will take place the day after.’

      She bit her lip, her stomach hollow. ‘Is this really necessary?’

      ‘Yes.’ His eyes were cool. ‘And don’t even think of trying to escape me.’

      ‘Most certainly not, my lord,’ she said coldly. The sudden flash of anger in his eye was quite satisfying.

      But when he turned on his heel and strode off, her brief spurt of victory was replaced by despair. In two days, she was to be married to a man who did not want her and she had no idea how she would ever bear it.

      Cedric Blanton crumbled the not-quite-polite request for settlement of his account at Stultz’s. He tossed it in the fireplace and flung himself down in the chair behind his expensive mahogany desk. Not even the sight of the ornate snuffbox he’d paid a small fortune for calmed his fury.

      If it weren’t for Huntington’s interference, he could send off the announcement of his betrothal to Sarah Chandler, the Earl СКАЧАТЬ