How to Tame a Willful Wife by Christy English

Author:Christy English [English, Christy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Historical
ISBN: 9781402270451
Google: ChWBtgAACAAJ
Amazon: 1402270453
Barnesnoble: 1402270453
Goodreads: 13507430
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

London

Two hours before dawn, Anthony woke Caroline. He pressed his lips to her cheek, trailing down to the softness of her mouth. She smiled at his touch and turned to him, reaching to draw him down into bed with her. Then she woke fully and saw he was dressed to leave for London already.

“I must go. But I wanted to see you first.”

“When will you be home?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

Anthony wanted nothing more in that moment than to crawl back into bed with her, his work with the Prince Regent’s supporters be damned. Her warm body, naked beneath the bedclothes, beckoned him.

“As soon as I am able. I will send word before I come.”

“Just come home soon, Anthony.”

Her tousled hair and soft breath on his cheek almost weakened him past bearing, but he pulled away from her in spite of his desire. He found he had begun not just to desire her body but her company. He pushed that thought from his mind as he took the road to London on Achilles’s back.

Once in the city, he went about his affairs just as he had before he met Caroline, but he could not forget her. His valet came to shave him each morning while his steward went over the day’s work that lay before him. As Gerald pressed the hot towel to his face before drawing a sharpened razor across his chin, Anthony found himself wishing it was Caroline whose hands were touching him.

Anthony knew his duty, and he followed it to the letter. He saw to his shipping interests and his business with the East India Company. He attended sessions in the Parliament building to prepare for the opening of the House of Lords. And all the while, he thought of Caroline and how her golden hair looked against the silk of his pillow.

He was thinking this pleasant thought as he strode out of Parliament, nodding to friends and acquaintances as he passed. It was then he saw Victor lurking in a doorway, speaking with one of his faction.

Almost as if he could sense his presence, Victor turned to meet Anthony’s gaze. The rest of the men in the room stopped to stare, to see what might come of this. The eyes of the others were on Anthony, a weight he could not shake off.

“Well met, Ravensbrook.”

Victor’s tone was as calm and oily as ever. At no time in all the years he had known him had Anthony ever heard a different cadence of his voice. Victor always spoke to him with the same even calmness, and his blue eyes always held the same mild gaze. He had looked just the same on the day they had met with Prinny to settle Anne’s fate.

“I thought I’d heard you were in Edinburgh,” Anthony said, trying to keep his own tone as even and cool. He knew he failed.

“These rumors get started, but we never know from where,” Victor answered. “And how is your lovely wife?”

A sea of red rose from the ground at Anthony’s feet.

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