The Earl's Mistaken Bride. Abby Gaines

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СКАЧАТЬ he must have been mad with love for her to choose her over her sisters—the kind of vulgar display of emotion to which he would never stoop. The kind of vulgar display against which Marcus’s father had issued dire warnings, that had seen his grandfather almost destroy the earldom. The day the ton saw the Earl of Spenford sick at heart, chasing after a woman, would be a marvelous day indeed!

       Marcus was glad his father wasn’t here to witness the debacle. The previous earl had made no secret that he doubted Marcus was worthy of the title. Marcus had spent every day of every year after his brother’s death proving himself, becoming a sincere imitation of his father. By the time his father died, he had almost succeeded.

       At least his mother liked his bride. Marcus felt tension leave his shoulders at the thought. Indeed, he had inadvertently chosen her favorite Somerton girl. Or someone had, he thought wryly, as he unbuttoned his shirt.

       Next time he negotiated with the Almighty he would be more specific in his demands.

       Harper held out a nightshirt. “Is the countess—the new countess—satisfied with her maid, my lord?”

       “I presume so.” Marcus took the nightshirt. “Why wouldn’t she be?”

       Harper brushed at a speck on Marcus’s coat before he replied. “Mrs. Collins sent Miriam Bligh up from Chalmers. You know what she’s like.”

       “Should that name mean something to me?” Marcus said. Harper knew better than to refer to those days before Stephen’s death, when Marcus had spent much of his free time with the servants’ children. Back then, Harper had been the gamekeeper’s son and Marcus’s friend. Back then, everything had been different.

       The valet ducked his head. “I know something of the skills and demeanor required for a senior lady’s maid, my lord.” He deftly removed any personal history from the discussion. “Miss Bligh has limited experience and a tendency to argue with her superiors. The position may be above her touch.”

       It wasn’t like Harper to speak ill of anyone without cause.

       Marcus didn’t want an incompetent dressing his countess. Especially this countess, who would need a skilled servant to make the most of her appearance.

       He slipped the nightshirt over his head. “I will talk to her ladyship.”

       Harper bowed. “I’ll leave these candles alight, my lord. For when you return.”

       Return? He wasn’t going—

       Blast! It was his wedding night.

       Was that why Constance seemed nervous?

       Or had he imagined her nerves?

       Yet if her nerves were imaginary, the duty was very real.

       A Brookstone never shirked his duty.

       Marcus eyed the door that led to his wife’s chamber. Renewed anger surged through him. Yes, she had been kind to his mother, but that didn’t change the fact that the Somerton family had made a fool of him. He was in no way reconciled to the prospect of a lifetime with her.

       Surely a man could be excused his duty when he had been duped into marriage?

       Or should a man give his bride the benefit of the doubt?

       By now, Marcus must be ready for bed, Constance decided. Perhaps he liked to read in bed, as she did herself. Maybe they would converse about books—though probably not tonight—and discover a shared interest that would strengthen the bond between them.

       Would he stay the whole night with her? Her parents had always shared a room. She imagined it would be lovely to have a husband curled next to one in bed. Especially in winter.

       Perhaps he won’t stay. It may not be the accepted thing.

       Perhaps he won’t come at all.

       He’d already said this marriage wouldn’t be annulled. She was his wife; he would want an heir. She may not be as pretty as Amanda, but she was not repulsive. Her hair had sheen. Her eyes were attractive.

       She felt a spurt of alarm that he may not have had time to notice her eyes, nor their well-shaped brows.

       She thought back over the day. He had examined her when he’d realized she wasn’t the woman he’d planned to marry, but that scrutiny had doubtless focused on her disadvantages.

       His own eyes had been full of shock, then anger, yet she had still noticed their brilliant blue. Hers…oh, gracious, in the carriage her eyes had been awash with tears. No man was attracted to female tears…it was a known fact.

       Constance groaned, beset by the fear that in failing to show off her best feature, her only good feature—my hair also has sheen, but he won’t have seen that, for it was pinned up—she might have given her husband no reason to come to her tonight.

       He is my husband; that is reason enough.

       And her figure was good, as good as Amanda’s. She must assume he’d noticed that.

       She tried to calm her mind, to settle herself against the pillows. She’d never been so tired…but she mustn’t fall asleep. She didn’t want him to find her snoring, or worse, drooling. None of her sisters had made that complaint against her—Isabel was the only one who snored, a habit that took the tiniest gloss off her perfection and thus endeared her to her siblings. But Constance couldn’t count on history. It would be cruelly typical if the drama and exhaustion of the day were to bring on a sudden bout of snoring and drooling!

       So she stayed high on the pillows, where her hair caught the candlelight, reciting psalms in her head. When the psalms tended to have a lullaby effect, she switched to Proverbs, always improving to the mind.

       How long had she been waiting? Surely he would come soon?

       She prayed for patience.

       She waited.

       She prayed again.

       He did not come.

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