Marriage Reclaimed. Sara Craven

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      Then he said abruptly, ‘Now your hand.’

      Slowly she unclenched a tense fist and extended it towards him. He slid the ring onto her finger.

      ‘I’m sure you’ve no wish to repeat our vows.’ There was a note of mockery and something less easy to analyse in his voice. ‘However, I feel I should seal this solemn moment somehow.’

      His hands descended on Joanna’s shoulders, drawing her inexorably towards him. He said softly, ‘So, I’ll kiss the bride.’

      She wanted to say no—to pull away. But the arms that closed round her were too strong, too determined. And his mouth was too warm, too compelling, stifling the rejection before it could be uttered.

      He kissed her slowly and sensuously, as if he had all the time in the world. As if he imagined she would welcome the pressure of his lips parting hers, the silken invasion of his tongue. As if there had been no pain, no disillusionment, and no parting between them.

      He held her captive in one arm, allowing his other hand to make a lingering pilgrimage down her spine, from the fragile nape of her neck to the curve of her hip.

      Joanna felt her whole body shiver in a response she was unable to control.

      When he lifted his head, he was smiling.

      He said lightly, ‘If I didn’t know better, Jo, I’d swear you almost enjoyed that.’

      The knowledge that he could be right did nothing to appease her.

      She said thickly, ‘Is this part of the ground rules—that you’re allowed to—maul me whenever you feel like it?’

      ‘No,’ he said. ‘Treat it as a momentary lapse—not to be repeated. But don’t expect me to apologise.’

      He ran a finger down the curve of her flushed cheek, and laughed softly.

      ‘And don’t look so stricken, darling. Day One is nearly over. Which leaves only three hundred and sixty-five to go. And they’ll soon pass, I promise you.’

      He went past her and out of the room, closing the door behind him.

      Joanna stood very still, staring blindly in front of her.

      She said once again, softly, ‘It will all be over soon.’

      But this time her mantra gave her no comfort at all.

CHAPTER FIVE

      JOANNA decided it would be prudent to spend the rest of the day in her room. She took the latest batch of condolence letters with her, and set about answering them. It wasn’t a pleasant task, but it helped divert her mind from the even more disturbing thoughts which threatened to take control.

      She was expecting a recriminatory visit from Cynthia, who was bound to be equally displeased at the terms of Lionel’s will. But for once her stepmother seemed to be keeping her distance.

      Or at least from me, Joanna amended wryly.

      When Mrs Ashby tapped on the door to ask about dinner, she simply requested a bowl of soup on a tray.

      ‘And then I’m going to have an early night,’ she added quietly. ‘So I’d rather not be disturbed.’

      ‘Very good, madam.’ Mrs Ashby looked down at the carpet. ‘Although I understand that Mr Verne and Mrs Elcott are dining at the Crown Hotel this evening.’

      Which naturally explained a great deal, Joanna thought when she was alone again.

      She changed into nightdress and robe, and drank her soup in the chair by the small but cheerful fire—a bedroom comfort to which Lionel had been strongly addicted, she recalled sadly.

      ‘Radiators aren’t cosy,’ he’d declare.

      She listened to the radio for a while, then got into bed and tried to read, but the words of the book danced meaninglessly in front of her eyes. She tried to sleep, but her mind was running in restless circles and would not let her relax. Her body moved uneasily under the covers, seeking a comfort she could not find.

      Now there were no more barricades to shelter her from the fact that Gabriel’s kiss had totally unnerved her. And just as disturbing was the realisation that she hadn’t resisted him. She hadn’t even slapped his face afterwards. And she should have done.

      She should have shown him once and for all that his behaviour was unacceptable and would not be tolerated.

      The warm, familiar taste of his mouth haunted her. Made her shiver again in what was, she told herself defensively, revulsion.

      He had no right, she thought feverishly, and repeatedly. I gave him no right.

      But then Gabriel had never waited to be granted favours of any kind, least of all sexual. He had always taken what he wanted, right from the first.

      He’d forced her to accept his kiss with the same ruthlessness with which he’d imposed the terms of the will upon her.

      Tomorrow she would find out about the divorce laws, she told herself broodingly. See if there was any way round the situation that Gabriel hadn’t thought of.

      Some hopes, she mocked herself savagely.

      She couldn’t really believe that he would contest the legal break-up of their marriage, or make her wait the eternity he’d threatened. He was simply using the possibility as a weapon to make her do what he wanted. But why?

      She shook her head, staring into the darkness. He must want to put an end to this sterile situation as much as she did.

      Pride seemed the only answer. Gabriel would not want it known that his wife was willing to sacrifice Lionel’s generosity in order to be free of him.

      Well, he might have prepared the corner, and forced her into it, but from now on she would state her own terms for enduring this—farce.

      At last she found herself drifting in and out of an uneasy sleep, hearing the long-case clock in the gallery chime every hour. And realising that she had not heard Gabriel and Cynthia return.

      It was almost a relief when Mrs Ashby arrived punctually with her morning tea and she didn’t have to pretend any more that she was resting.

      The housekeeper gave her a concerned look. ‘Are you going to stay in bed today, madam? Shall I call the doctor?’

      ‘No, and no.’ Joanna forced a reassuring smile. ‘I have a lot of things to see to.’

      ‘Yes, Mrs Verne.’ The other woman hesitated awkwardly. ‘Will you want me to move your things—to the master bedroom? Mr Gabriel told me last night he wanted it to be prepared, and I didn’t know…’

      Joanna’s smile felt as if it had been welded there.

      ‘Mr Gabriel’s arrangements are his own business, Mrs Ashby. However, while I remain СКАЧАТЬ