The Scoundrel's Honor by Christi Caldwell

Author:Christi Caldwell [Caldwell, Christi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, Regency
Amazon: B01N20NBT1
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Published: 2017-02-14T06:00:00+00:00

The inked black numbers in Adair’s sloppy hands blurred before Ryker’s eyes. Staring at the same page for the better part of an hour had that effect. He blinked, bringing the calculations into focus.

There was no other accounting for staring at the same goddamn ledger. Where words had always made little sense to him, over the years, he’d at least known how to puzzle through numbers.

Now, they may as well have been as great a mystery as the letterings marked inside books for the sense he could make of them.

It’s just you said, “because I’ve married” . . . but you are married to me . . . so together, you and I make a we . . .

Ryker’s world had been upended. There was nothing else for it.

The memory of Penelope’s breathless screams as she’d found her release taunted him and left him aching still. His fingers twitched with his need to wind them through her luxuriant, silken midnight tresses. Those magnificent curls that deserved to be fanned on a pillow, not upon a hard floor. With a growl he snapped the book closed and sent several papers fluttering over the side of his desk.

Over the years, he’d had numerous whores. The only constant lover had been Clara, and theirs had been an emotionless, beneficial arrangement between them. Two people who used each other to safely slake their lusts, all the while assured there would be no expectations of more.

Never had the memory of Clara, or any other woman, lingered still. Not this distracting, maddening pull that had him wondering over her . . . and more, wanting to see her.

Ryker fished a cheroot out of his boot and carried it to a lit sconce. He took a long, slow pull, savoring the warming effect as it filled his lungs. All the order he’d carefully constructed, the walls he’d built, were being kicked at by the peerage who’d ruin him on a misunderstanding. By a sister who’d found her voice and used it to let him know just what she thought of Ryker’s views on keeping people out. By a wife who’d come undone in his arms.

He took another draw on his cheroot. Filled with restlessness, he abandoned his office and made his way through the darkened halls to the observatory. He shoved the door open and stepped inside.

From where he stood at the front window overlooking the gaming hell, Calum glanced over his shoulder, and then swiftly returned his attention to the floors. “You don’t visit the observatory at this hour.”

The casual observation contained a wealth of weighted meaning.

Ryker moved over, claiming a spot so they were shoulder to shoulder. He didn’t answer to anyone. However, you did marry me . . . And the very least you can do is sit and attend the bloody affair . . .

A smile hovered on his lips. In the glass panel, Calum’s eyes rounded. “Are you smiling?”

Ryker flattened his lips. “No.” One would have to find and take pleasures in something, and Ryker had long committed to a life where he didn’t want, crave, or need anything.

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