October Revenge by Farmer Merry

Author:Farmer, Merry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Frustration rippled down Angelica’s back as she paced circles around the sedately decorated parlor at the front of Mark’s townhouse. The aggravating feeling that she’d been had, that she’d been left behind while the men did their work once again, wouldn’t leave her. It rankled on her every nerve, punctuated by the thump of her footsteps as she vented her energy in pacing.

She’d been so happy through the night. She and Mark had made love as though they meant it, as though they had finally developed a true connection instead of pairing out of necessity. She’d liked riding him far more than she thought she would, although she wouldn’t have said no to him flipping her to her back and taking her masterfully. What had passed between them had felt truly intimate. But in the morning, he was gone.

When she’d learned why and where he had gone, her temper had almost gotten the better of her.

“He went to Newgate Prison without me?” she barked at Templeton once he confessed Mark’s whereabouts to her.

“Yes, my lady,” Templeton said, having a difficult time maintaining a staid demeanor. “He asked me to tell you not to attempt to follow him.”

“Did he?” Angelica crossed her arms and tapped her foot, glaring at the butler.

Templeton swallowed nervously. “H-he further informed me that you are not to attempt to join him at Newgate. You may walk in Hyde Park with the protection of a footman, but….” Templeton’s words withered on his lips at the mutinous look Angelica shot him. He cleared his throat. “Breakfast is waiting, my lady,” he said, then bowed and fled.

Angelica ate, resenting the fact that she ate alone. She stared at the empty place across the table from her as she chewed, conjuring up all the ways she would give Mark a piece of her mind when he returned.

“That is simply the way of the world, my darling,” Grandpa Miles’s words echoed in her memory hours later as she paced in the parlor. “Men rule, women follow. I have indulged you, but I’m afraid you will find few other men who will do the same.”

“It isn’t fair,” Angelica grumbled aloud, snatching a pillow from a chair and throwing it onto the sofa.

“No, it isn’t,” the Grandpa Miles of her memory answered. She could see his kind face, lined with laughter and age, in her mind’s eye. Mark bore a passing resemblance to him. They had the same nose and the same determined manner.

“Perhaps someday the tables will turn,” Grandpa Miles said. She remembered well the day they’d had the conversation. She stood in the warehouse with him, humbled and frustrated after the men attending their meeting of distributers had flat refused to do business with her in the room. “But until they do, are you certain you want to continue down this path? You will be such a sterling wife and mother. I can see you as the mistress of an entire household, organizing the business of the estate while raising fine, energetic children.

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