She eyed him uncertainly. “Very well. Nick wants me, but he’s decided not to… to…” She floundered
to a halt and the tears that threatened in her eyes became reality. One, single drop slipped down her
cheek.
Bloody hell. Anthony raked a hand through his hair. “Do you mean to tell me that Bridgeton is not… er,
fulfilling his husbandly duties?”
She nodded miserably. “Oh, Anthony, what am I to do?”
He closed his eyes. God above. He was a decent man, one who took his responsibilities seriously. He
was a good friend, an excellent landlord, and he never cheated at cards, unless it was with one of his own
brothers. What had he done to deserve this?

Autor: Karen Hawkins

She eyed him uncertainly. “Very well. Nick wants me, but he’s decided not to… to…” She floundered<br />to a halt and the tears that threatened in her eyes became reality. One, single drop slipped down her<br />cheek.<br />Bloody hell. Anthony raked a hand through his hair. “Do you mean to tell me that Bridgeton is not… er,<br />fulfilling his husbandly duties?”<br />She nodded miserably. “Oh, Anthony, what am I to do?”<br />He closed his eyes. God above. He was a decent man, one who took his responsibilities seriously. He<br />was a good friend, an excellent landlord, and he never cheated at cards, unless it was with one of his own<br />brothers. What had he done to deserve this? - Karen Hawkins




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