The sun was yet to rise in the morning, and the day was slowly turning bright when Cole stirred in his bedchamber. His eyes resting on the canopy above his bed and for a moment or two, he forgot where he was.
But it took only a few moments for his eyes to adjust, and he remembered where he was and who he was sharing his bed with. With a curse, Cole sat up on the bed and glared at the woman who had turned his bedchamber to a feminine joke.
Her body clad in a silk night rail was twisted and her legs were tangled with his. With everything that had happened, Cole didn't think he had the patience for a woman who didn't know how to sleep right. A woman who had been spying at him in the lake! Even though she had denied having spied at him. Cole didn't believe her. Who did she think she was deceiving?
He had seen that sultry look in her eyes, and how she had been looking at him with open wide adoration. The scenario at the
IT'S BEEN EXACTLY one hour since Cole saw his worst nightmare come to life. There were more people in his home than he cared to have. As if the number of guests in Tonfield hall wasn't enough, Emily had to go and invite more.The bloody amateur actors and professionals currently acting out a play of hamlet in his music room, which had been opened up by series of folding doors to include the dining room and the drawing-room was not the sight Cole had hoped to see that evening after escaping the countless quip of his friend, he had hoped for a better day and not this.And to think everyone was enjoying themselves except him infuriated him more than he cared to admit.The space was crowded with guests seated in high-back chairs and settees. And as the population grew, and was not as big as what would be required in an original theatre house. It was easy for everyone to see the act on the makeshift stage which was basking in the
Emily looked to her husband, their object ofdiscussion,and found he was equally looking at her. Though he was trying to keep an indifferent expression Emily still saw how affected he was by her little act. It was there in the tightening of his jaw, in the muscle that throbbed there and those icy ey
Right before her eyes his hazel eyes darkened.Emily was five and twenty and didn't think she was getting any younger to let her husband wander aimlessly around as if he didn't have a wife to please at home. They had still not consummated their marriage, and the taste of what he had given her a year ago had been her anchor throughout those lonely nights at Blakewood Manor and her demise. Because he had awoken a passion she did not know what to do with. He had taught her passion and then left without satisfying her.“I don't get it.” His voice rolled out roughly. “What is it you want from me. Other women in your position would have rejoiced and well-used the money I left you. But not you, you chose to host a house party and force me here. Why? What is it you want from me.”At that question, Emily wanted nothing more than to say everything. But she had a sinking feeling he would laugh at her should she say what exactly was in her mind
At George's entrance, Cole released her, and she stumbled forward, resisting the urge to turn around and snap at him. Forcing herself to smile, Emily affected a calm demeanour and turned to her brother. “Nothing you should worry yourself for—George.”Howbeit, her brother didn't seem to hear her because he was staring over her head at Cole. They were sizing each other up in some kind of staring match that grew the tension in the room a notch high.After a while, George nodded his head and spoke gruffly. “Is that true Tonfield?”For several seconds Cole stared at George. Emily was even beginning to think he would not say a thing when his hazel eyes narrowed at him. And a look of utter irritation crossed his face. “Surely you do not expect me to answer you. You do not deserve an explanation from me. If you want one, then ask your sister for it.”That explanation did not seem to satisfy George because he tur
“What in God's name do you think you are doing here.” A low throaty voice murmured.Startled, Emily turned and saw her husband. He was dressed in a royal blue coat, buttoned over a lean waist, white pantaloons and black hessian boots. And was looking at her as if she had just done wrong.Emily grimaced. Because at that moment, she felt like a small child caught misbehaving.Earlier in the day when Emily had woken up a little after ten and had gone downstairs to have a quiet breakfast as most of the guests had already eaten and sought to seek their entertainment elsewhere. Emily had climbed upstairs for a little adventure trying to see if she can find anything about her husband as most of the servants weren't willing to tell her anything, and she was too scared to befriend Cole's friend just, so she can ask him.Although the duke of Hanton seemed amused by her, she got the distinct impression he didn't like en
“Let me make this clear to you, I do not condone what you have done with my house or the idea you are here? I left you at Blakewood manor for a specific reason.”“Which is?”His eyes roamed her face, and he pulled away from the wall. Running one hand over his hair. He turned towards her. “To punish you of course.”For a moment, Cole wondered whether she had heard. Her face showed no reaction to his words; she seemed frozen. Then her brow rose. “I see.”Cole was quite certain she saw nothing. Because punishing her wasn't the only reason he had left her at Blakewood Manor. The earl had discovered he wanted his wife, despite what she did, despite how she tricked him. And that angered him. The idea he could still want her after all that, after all, she had done, caused him to question his sanity. This series of events eventually led to some hard decisions he made.He knew if he stayed with her in one ho
THE FRESH SMELL of hays filtered through Cole's nostrils as they made their rounds that morning. Stopping at various stalls and examining the horseflesh. Half-heartedly he listened to the rambles of his stablemaster while staring at a particularly grey stallion with interest, an unusual gleam in his eyes.He remembered standing there with his father a few years back and doing the same thing he was doing now.Running one roughcast hand over his cheeks and chin he moved to the stall that held his interest, his stablemaster Oliver, trailing after him, but not ceasing his endless campaign on the qualities of the previous horse they had just left (a fine black stallion with white markings on the body).Cole sighed. He was getting tired. He had been here all morning and particularly indecisive about choosing a sire for his new horse. Normally, he went about matters like this more swiftly, but today, he was plagued with unfinished business
THE HEAVENS didn't have to come down for Emily to know her husband was irritated. It was there in his posture, in the way he held himself. Rigid and stiff. Unaware of Oliver, who was trying to get his attention. Emily felt a slow smile creep up her face as she assessed that with calm eyes.Following the departure of her guests, she had feared her husband would pack up and leave, especially now there were no more strangers in his home. That he hadn't done so didn't mean he wouldn't or that he hadn't contemplated it. Emily was very well aware of that fact and so had acted accordingly. There was little, or no time left to lose, especially with a husband who wanted to foist her to the back of his mind. She refused to be that woman, and she refused to be ignored. She wanted a real marriage and was willing to fight for it. Even if it meant tampering with his activities. (Which was what she was doing now) Emily wanted him to be aware of her as a woman, as his countes