Marriage of Inconvenience. Cheryl Bolen

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      “Oh, dear, is he in the Peninsula?”

      Aynsley nodded, a frown furrowing his face.

      “Then I shall pray for his safe return. Tell me, is their hair brown, like yours?”

      He chuckled. “Mine used to be brown, but I daresay the gray’s predominant of late.”

      “I hadn’t noticed.”

      Because she had taken so little notice of him. He was every bit the dullard Dorothy had always said he was. For Rebecca, he was merely a means to an end—the end being her highly desired independence.

      He would refrain from telling her how completely he understood her, just as he would refrain from telling her he knew of her alter ego. She must come to trust him enough to make an unprompted admission. He hoped she would soon. He prized honesty above all. Especially since he knew firsthand how a wife’s deception could ravage a marriage.

      “And the next son?” she asked.

      “That would be Mark, who’s twelve and at Eton.”

      “Johnny, Geoffrey and Mark—all away. Now, tell me about the lads who are still at Dunton Hall.”

      “Spencer is eight.” Aynsley started counting on his fingers again. “Like my daughter and the baby, he is blond. In between Spencer and the baby is Alex, who is quite a unique lad.”

      She looked puzzled. “In what way?”

      Thinking about his precocious six-year-old made him smile. “For starters, he is the only one of the seven to be possessed of red hair.”

      “I adore red hair.”

      Red hair and worms. A woman after his own heart. “Unfortunately, he also possesses a redhead’s fiery temperament.”

      Her eyes flashed with good humor. “He fights with his brothers, no doubt.”

      “Right you are. He’s also the only boy who would rather be reading a book than playing cricket, and he is prone to using language his siblings don’t understand.”

      “Big words?”

      “Exactly.”

      “You could be describing me as a child,” she said with a laugh. “Why do you refer to the youngest as ‘the baby’ when he is three years old?”

      “For the obvious reason that he is the baby. There is also the fact that he is less...intellectually developed than the other boys were at three years.”

      Her brows lowered. “In what way?”

      He frowned. Aynsley had been worried for some time about the little imp who’d so easily wiggled his way into his father’s heart. “He’s only just started to speak in sentences, and he lacks...how shall I put this delicately? Bladder control. He’s forever having accidents.”

      “I daresay the little dear only needs a mother’s love.”

      Love? Was he hearing correctly? Miss Rebecca Peabody—or actually, the new Lady Aynsley, though she detested the title—had used the word love. His heart melted at the thought—the hope—that this enigmatic girl-woman who sat across from him would come to love Chuckie and his other children. “I believe you’re right,” he said. “He’s the only one who never knew his mother.”

      “If I recall correctly, she died shortly after his birth?”

      His face was grim. “She died of a fever when he was just four months old.”

      Rebecca winced. “And what is the little lamb’s name?”

      “His name’s Charles, but we’ve always called him Chuckie.”

      “I’m very glad that he’s speaking in sentences.”

      As was he. “There is one more thing.”

      Her fine brows arched.

      “I’m troubled that he lives in his own world.”

      “His own world?”

      “Allow me to explain. He’s always dressing in costumes and calling everyone he knows by names other than their given ones, names he’s dubbed them. And he doesn’t seem to care for his own name. The last time I was home, his ‘name’ was James Hock.”

      “I wouldn’t worry about that, John. From what you’re telling me, I gather that Chuckie’s possessed of a lively mind and acute intelligence.”

      “He is intelligent, but I don’t understand why the lad keeps having all those blasted accidents.”

      “I daresay he’s just too busy to take time out to...” She stopped, shrugged, then redirected her thoughts. “I don’t profess to be an expert on children, but I think your concerns are not warranted.”

      “I hope you’re right.”

      He settled back into the squabs and regarded his bride. She really looked quite fetching in her snow-white muslin that was trimmed in sky-blue ribbons. It was the same dress she had worn to their wedding ceremony that morning. She had been so incredibly pretty—and horribly scared. Fortunately, she was more relaxed now. The peach blush had returned to her cheeks, and her stiffness had unfurled.

      “What of your nephew?” she asked.

      He stiffened. “More often than not, I’m out of charity with Peter.”

      “He’s how old?”

      “He reached his majority last year and quickly went through every farthing he could get his hands on.”

      “So he lacks maturity, steadiness and—I think—your affection?”

      “I wouldn’t say that about the affection. If it weren’t for Emily, things might be different.”

      “Emily’s your daughter?”

      “Yes. She thinks she’s in love with Peter.”

      “And you find him ineligible?”

      “I gave him a chance. After he was sent down from Oxford—for sottishness—I secured a post for him with Lord Paley at the Home Office and told Peter if he could live on the three hundred a year from the Home Office coupled with the two hundred a year from my sister, I would allow him to marry Emily.”

      “I take it he was not successful.”

      “Not at all.”

      “He could not live within his means?”

      “He СКАЧАТЬ