I’m surprised a person with your experience in telling elaborate fables should have difficulty in thinking up such a simple tale, but I suppose it’s a different issue when you have to think quickly rather than spend time thoroughly developing your story.”
“I’m sure that’s it,” she replied blithely, cutting her bacon into small bits.“I’m also sure that my skills will grow over time. I just need to practice, practice, practice. Did I ever tell you about the dragon I owned when I was a child?
...then tossed the coat into the water. “Hurst! That’s a perfectly good coat!”
“Yes, and I have a perfectly good life. One of those two things is not replaceable.
Jane, last night was” — he raked a hand through his hair — “nice.”
Her expression could only be described as crestfallen.
“No,”he hurried to say. “Don’t look like that! I didn’t mean ‘nice.’ In fact, it wasn’t nice at all.”
Her brows lowered. “No?”
“No.I mean, yes! Yes, it was nice, but it was also very, very—” He tried with all of his might to grasp a word that would encompass that heart - pounding exertion that even now was making his balls hum,but to his horror, he heard himself say once again,“ —nice. But really, really, really nice.
Luck is a fickle creature. She loves
many, but is faithful to none.
Is she always like that?”
“Like what?” Sara asked absently, staring a^ the letter in her hands.
“Floating about as if she was a blasted fairy.
I am not
made of porcelain, Anthony. Nor do I need to be wrapped in wool and placed in a box for safekeeping.
I don’t like boxes; I never have.
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?
Well, it is a good thing he died young. Most men don’t have the good sense to know
when to quit this earth. At least your husband didn’t drag on and on like some do.
Why would he bother? He has no more wish to wed than I.”
“How do you know?” Anthony asked. “Did you ask him?”
Her face heated, and Anthony covered his eyes. “Pray do not say another word. I don’t wish to know.”
“Bridgeton had a choice, Sara,” Marcus said. “And he chose marriage.”
“Get married or die. I vow, how did he make up his mind so quickly?”
“I wanted to shoot him,” Anthony offered. “But Marcus would not allow it.”
“You are both insufferable!
Stop that! What were you doing, perched on the window ledge like a big chicken?"
Despite his aches and irritations, he couldn't help but grin. "I prefer to think of myself as a more noble bird, like a hawk."
"I'm sure you do. But you flew like a chicken than any hawk I've seen.
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