Lisa Kleypas - Bow Street Runner 02 by Lady Sophia's Lover

Author:Lady Sophia's Lover [Lover, Lady Sophia's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-11-25T23:57:39+00:00

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A string of curses issued from Matthew’s lips as he moved to a cabinet and rummaged for a glass and a decanter. Pouring himself a brandy, he tossed it down as if it were medicine, then refilled the glass. The liquor appeared to brace him. Taking a few long breaths, he glared into Ross’s implacable countenance.

“Are you going to tell Iona?”

“No. But neither will I lie to her if she ever comes to me with questions about your fidelity.”

“Good, then. My wife will never ask—she does not want to hear the answers.”

“God help her,” Ross muttered.

After taking another swallow of brandy, Matthew swirled the liquid in his glass and gave a moody sigh.

“Is that all?”

“No,” Ross said. “We have one more issue to address—your behavior toward Miss Sydney.”

“I’ve already apologized for that. I can’t do any more than that… unless you would like me to open a vein?”

“That won’t be necessary. What I wish to emphasize is that you are to treat her with absolute respect from now on.”

“There is only so much respect I am going to show a servant, brother.”

“She isn’t going to be a servant for much longer.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow in mild interest. “You’re going to dismiss her, then?” Ross gave him a hard, purposeful stare. “I’m going to marry her. If she will have me.” Matthew stared back with total incomprehension. “Holy Mother of God,” he said raspily, and stumbled to the nearest chair. He sat down heavily, the whites of his eyes on full display as he regarded Ross.

“You’re serious. But that is madness. You would be a laughingstock. A Cannon marrying a servant! For the sake of the family, find someone else. She is only a woman—there are a hundred others who could easily take her place.”

It took all of Ross’s will to keep from doing his brother bodily harm. Instead he braced his hands on the desk, closed his eyes for a moment, and battened down his temper. Then he turned and sent Matthew a gaze filled with black fire. “After all the years I’ve spent alone, you ask me to reject the one woman who makes me complete?”

Matthew seized on his words. “That is my point. After so many celibate years, you’re half mad from deprivation. Any woman would seem desirable. Believe me, that creature is not worthy of your affection.

She has no sophistication, no style, no family. Take her as a mistress, if you fancy her. But I advise you not to marry her, because I guarantee that you will soon tire of her, and then you’ll be well and truly shackled.”

Abruptly Ross’s anger died. He felt nothing for his brother except pity. Matthew would never find true love or passion, only hollow imitations. He would spend the rest of his life feeling dissatisfied, never knowing how to fill the emptiness inside. And so he would turn to artificial pleasures, and try to convince Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

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