Hart's Reward (Pirates & Petticoats #3) by Chloe Flowers

Author:Chloe Flowers [Flowers, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dead men tell no tales, action and adventure, pirates, enemies to lovers, pirates of the caribbean, historical romance, romance, Pirate Historical Romance
Publisher: Flowers & Fullerton
Published: 2016-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Annette led Landon to her apartment off King Street. He was relieved when he recognized it. It was strange how he was constantly searching for the familiar, as if it could ground him and prevent him from flying though time, back into the blank unknown.

Rupert opened the door and nodded a greeting. “Can I bring you anything, madam?”

Annette slid her perusal over Landon’s frame. “I believe I have everything I need, Rupert. In fact…you may retire. I doubt I’ll need you the rest of the evening.”

Rupert had the grace to keep his expression stoic. He gave his mistress a slight bow and excused himself.

Landon followed Annette into the library where an open bottle of Madeira awaited them. She poured herself a glass and then prepared an Irish whiskey for him. The apartment had belonged to her late husband and the library had been designed and decorated using dark wood, leather furniture, deep gemstone colors and plush Persian rugs.

After handing him the drink, she sank to the long leather sofa and eyed him carefully. “So, you have already tired of your boyish wife? I can’t say that I’m surprised, only that I hadn’t expected it this soon.”

He did his best to hide the jolt of shock that reverberated through him all the way into his bones. He’d offered to escort Annette with the specific intention of gleaning whatever information she might have of his current state. In all honesty, he’d not expected her to instantly confirm his marriage; he’d been certain that Keelan had lied to him. In fact, he hadn’t even considered she was truly his wife. Everything he’d observed so far had supported his suspicion that she was a spy. Unless of course she’d been telling the truth about everything.

Dammit. He wouldn’t have married again. He would not have. Not ever. How could he even have considered it? What was it about her that had completely removed every grain of common sense he’d ever had? Had he been coerced? Forced at gunpoint? There. There was a question he hadn’t thought to ask. What were the circumstances surrounding their vows? Had Conal demanded it? Had something else happened between him and Keelan that had forced them to marry?

But there’d been no wedding, no priest to sanctify their union. Had they even consummated their marriage? A small feminine cough reminded him where he was. Annette had asked a question of him.

He swirled the amber liquid in circles around his glass. “Why would you think that I’ve tired of my…wife?” The word almost refused to leave his mouth. Further confirmation that marriage was not a suitable pastime for him.

She shrugged a delicate shoulder and huffed a humorless laugh. “You made it abundantly clear, when we were together last, that you no longer desired my company.”

“I did?” Landon gulped a swallow of his whiskey. The question on his tongue begged to be asked. Was he ready to expose the weakness of his memory so soon? There appeared to be no other way to broach the subject other than simply asking the question.

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