Dark Angel & Lord Carew's Bride by Mary Balogh

Author:Mary Balogh [Balogh, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Anthologies
ISBN: 9780440245445
Google: IGA9ojZ2xN8C
Amazon: 0440245443
Barnesnoble: 0440245443
Goodreads: 7780952
Publisher: Dell
Published: 2010-02-22T11:00:00+00:00

SAMANTHA CALLED DURING THE afternoon, bringing a maid with her. She was wide-eyed with the news that the Earl and Countess of Rushford and Viscount Kersey had come during the morning and been closeted with her uncle for all of half an hour. Aunt Agatha had been summoned after they had left. Jennifer’s name—and Lord Thornhill’s too—were to be publicly cleared, it seemed.

But Sam still looked unhappy even after hugging Jennifer and telling her how glad she was. And finally she disclosed what she said she had been planning to say today anyway. Lionel had pretended an attachment to her and she had fallen in love with him and then she had discovered how he had used her.

She did not know if Jenny would be able to forgive her.

Jennifer was beyond being hurt more than she had been hurt already. Feeling seemed quite dead in her. Except feeling for the cousin who had been her closest friend for several years. She did not blame Sam at all. Men were such evil creatures and so powerful when they had looks and charm to combine with ruthlessness and experience.

They walked in the park during the quiet part of the afternoon, arms linked, reflecting on what a difference a few weeks in town had made to their lives—but not at all in the way they had expected.

Jennifer dined alone after word had been brought that her husband would eat at his club. She sat in the dining room feeling the silence, feeling the presence of the servants, eating her way determinedly through at least a small helping of each course.

She spent the evening alone in her private sitting room, stitching at some embroidery. She would have to make an appointment to speak with him, she supposed. She had a feeling that he would keep himself away from the house as much as possible until she had done so and told him what she wanted.

What did she want?

I love you more than life. She did not believe him.

She did not know what she wanted. She did not want to think about it yet. At the moment the burdens were too heavy to allow for rational thought. He would have to wait for her decision.

She went to bed early. She was bone-weary. She needed an early night. And so she lay staring up into the darkness, wondering when he would come home and if he would come home—until she heard quiet sounds coming from his dressing room. She had left the door into her own open. And then the sounds stopped. Perhaps it had been only his valet in there.

She could not sleep. For twenty years she had slept in a bed alone. For two nights she had shared her bed. Now she did not know if it would be possible ever again to sleep alone. She could not sleep. She must have been lying in bed for two hours or more.

She sat up and lit a candle. And hugged her knees and stared into space while it burned half down.

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