Romancing the Earl by Heather Boyd

Author:Heather Boyd [Boyd, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781925239690
Publisher: www.Heather-Boyd.com
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Price slipped the mourning band around his upper arm, buttoning it into place, and then held his arms to his valet for his coat. As the garment slid over him, Price cast a glance at the connecting door to his wife’s bedchamber. He would like to speak with Lenore before breakfast. Figure out how and where they would spend the winter months. He had an invitation to the Duke of Exeter’s house party yet to answer, but she might want to go home to Edenmere Park instead first. “Has Lady Carmichael gone downstairs already, Norris?”

It still felt strange to ask that question and mean Lenore Griffin, the shy granddaughter of one of his former servants. He hardly felt married at all, even after so many weeks together, but there was no escaping the fact that he was a husband and he had to consider her wishes.

“Yes, my lord, though I believe she’s gone out with her dog.”

Price shrugged his shoulders, settling the coat into place and tugging down his shirtsleeves. Every time he thought to do something with Lenore lately, his wife was absent from the house. He was starting to find it annoying. “Walking in the square before breakfast?”

If she was in the square, perhaps he could catch up to her and get their plans settled before he went out himself.

“No, my lord. She took her breakfast on a tray in her room then went out in the carriage.”

Price hid his disappointment as best he could. She’d gone out before breakfast yesterday, too, without telling him she wouldn’t be joining him then, either. If she’d taken the carriage, then she was going farther afield and might not be back for a little while. He was not going to make any decisions without her, so the decision about Exeter’s party would need to wait for another time.

Besides, he was more than happy to keep the duke waiting on his answer since he’d stolen back his remarkable chef, Monsieur Laffitte.

And if Lenore was still not back by the time he finished dressing, he had no reason to linger at home. Wharton had been complaining that he never visited him often enough at home. Perhaps he’d go there now and drag Wharton out of his bed for breakfast.

But should he ask where Lenore had gone? Did husbands do that when they didn’t love their wives? Perhaps they didn’t. However, Price was becoming curious about his wife and what she did with her time when he wasn’t with her. “Did you hear where my wife was bound for?”

“Bond Street. Gone shopping, I heard, my lord.”

“Good.” He didn’t see anything wrong with his wife having her own busy life and interests outside their home. But it was starting to concern him that, after weeks of marriage, he really didn’t know what her favorite things might be. Lenore was a sensible, practical woman and had the right to buy herself anything she wanted, but one day he might just want to give her a small gift.

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