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threats. Perhaps he should follow Wellington’s example, make a
strategic retreat and face her on the morrow.
«Are you sure I can’t convince you to leave?»
«I’m staying.» She walked toward him, and he tensed until she
presented him with her back. «Can you undo my buttons and
loosen my laces, please, Blaize?»
He recoiled from her as if she were a raddled old whore.
When was the last time someone had called him by his given
name? Dammit, he couldn’t remember, never allowed anyone to
get that close to him anymore, even Robert.
«I’m no serving maid. Do it yourself.»
«But I can’t reach.»
«I don’t care.» He set his jaw and snapped his fingers at
Robert. «Come here and help my wife, not that she deserves it.»
He walked around to face her, received the benefit of the
warm smile she meant for Robert, and headed for the door.
«I’ll bid you good night, then.»
She opened her eyes wide. «You’re leaving?»
«What did you expect? Did you imagine I’d be so delighted to
see you that I’d drag you straight into bed and fuck you?»
Her expression stilled. «No, hardly that. Good night, then.»
He inclined his head a glacial inch and walked out, heard her
start to chat with Robert and Robert’s warm laughter in return.
They’d always gotten along well and he’d been selfishly glad of it
in the early years of his marriage. It was only a few feet back to
his bedchamber, but it felt like a mile. He glanced back at Jane’s
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door and scowled. Robert had better be quick about unlacing
her, or he would feel the edge of his master’s temper. How dare
she turn up and act as if she had a right to be here?
He flung open his door, steadied himself against the frame
and stared at his large four-poster bod. But, devil take it, she did
have a right. She was, after all, his legally wedded wife.
«Are you all right, my lady?»
As her stays and gown were loosened, Jane gripped the front
of her bodice to stop it from falling down and turned to Robert.
«Yes, thank you for your help.»
His smile was warm, his slight Welsh accent as soft as butter.
Despite her knowing he was Blaize’s lover, they’d always had a
good relationship.
«You’re welcome.» He hesitated, one eye on the door her
husband had just slammed behind him. «Is there anything else I
can do for you?»
«Not tonight, although I would appreciate it if you could
arrange for one of the maids to help me get dressed in the
morning.» She brushed at her crumpled skirt. «I suppose the rest
of my baggage is still in the hall, so I’ll have to make do with this
gown until I can unpack properly. I wouldn’t want to face Lord
Minshom in my nightgown.»
«Neither would I.» Robert bowed. «If it helps, I’m glad you
are here. The master has gotten himself into a devilishly difficult
situation.»
«I gathered that from your letters.» She sighed. «I doubt he’ll
let me help him, though.»
«He probably won’t, my lady, but we can hope. Give me your
gown and I’ll have it pressed and freshened for you. I’ll also
arrange for a maid to attend you in the morning.» He hesitated by
the door. «Sleep well, and I pray I’ll see you tomorrow.»
«Why, are you worried I might not survive the night?»
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Robert grinned. «I don’t think his lordship has quite sunk to
those depths, ma’am, but maybe you should lock the door into
his suite, just in case.»
Jane waited until he left and sank down into the nearest chair.
Her knees were still shaking, her breathing as ragged as her
thoughts. Blaize’s study had stunk of brandy, and glass had
littered the fireplace. Was that how he lived now? In a permanent
drunken stupor, not caring if anyone saw him use Robert to
satisfy his unnatural sexual appetite?
But perhaps having caught him at such a disadvantage had
worked in her favor. He’d backed down and allowed her to stay
at least for one night. When she’d first seen the cool detached
rage in his pale blue eyes, she’d wanted to run away, wanted to
forget her stupid notion of making peace with him.
But giving in was never the best way to deal with her husband.
He pounced on any show of weakness with the speed and
ferocity of a starving cat. It was her lack of fear that had first won
his interest and brought about their marriage ten years previously.
Jane bit her lip. Not that that had proved to be much of a
success...
On the long journey to London from Cheshire, she’d spent
many hours wondering how Blaize would look, if the depravities
of his lifestyle would be reflected on his countenance. To her
dismay, he was as fascinating as ever. His gaze colder, perhaps,
the pure line of his jaw and high cheekbones more sharply
defined, but hardly the debauched drunkard portrayed in the
satirical cartoons in the newspapers.
She got up and hurried to check that the door between the
two suites was indeed locked. The thought of waking up with
Blaize’s hands around her throat wasn’t pleasant. She returned to
the fire, made sure it wasn’t smoking and stepped out of her
gown and stays. Her suite of rooms didn’t look as neglected and
unused as she’d assumed. They’d even been redecorated in soft
shades of blue and lavender, her favorite colors. But then
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knowing Blaize’s sexual appetite, they probably hadn’t remained
empty for long...
Her nightgown felt cold against her skin, and she crouched
down beside the fire to warm her hands. There was no water to
wash in and nothing to slake her thirst. She certainly wasn’t
prepared to draw attention to her presence in the house by
requesting anything. She was here, and she was not going to leave
until she and Blaize had explored what needed to be said.
She shivered despite the building heat. Knowing her cynical,
malicious, enthralling husband, she didn’t expect her task to be
quick or easy at all.
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«Thank you, Robert.»
«For what, my lord?»
«For this, of course.» Minshom gestured at the coffee pot and
dry toast Robert had set on his desk. His study had been cleaned
and there was no trace of the broken glass or the tang of spilled
brandy to mar its chilly perfection.
«As I’m expecting my dear wife to come and accost me, the
coffee will at least allow me to face her with some of my wits
about me.»
Robert snorted and Minshom scowled at him. «You find this
situation amusing?»
«Of course not, my lord. Why would I? It’s not as if you are
afraid of her ladyship or anything.»
«She doesn’t scare me.»
«No, my lord.» Robert slowly raised his eyebrows before
pouring Minshom a fresh cup of coffee. «That’s not why you are
desperate for her to quit your house. You’re just concerned about
her having to live amongst such sinful debauchery.»
«No, I simply want her gone.»
«Yet she is still here. Her ladyship was always very tenacious,
sir.»
«She was. Her family didn’t want her to marry me because she
was so young, and yet she wore them down.» He flashed a smile
at Robert. «She probably regrets that impulse now.»
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«Her ladyship has never struck me as impulsive. As far as I
remember it, sir, she married you because she was in love with
you.»
Minshom put down his coffee cup and met Robert’s gaze.
«You are impertinent.»
Robert shrugged. «Probably.» He bowed low and opened the
door into the hallway. «I believe her ladyship is just finishing her
breakfast. Shall I ask her to attend you here?»
«I suppose so.»
Minshom sat back in his chair and contemplated the pile of
documents awaiting his attention. He really didn’t have time to
bother with his wife. Despite his reputation as a lascivious rake,
he had significantly increased his family’s fortunes over the past
ten years. Apart from Robert, he employed no secretary. After
his father’s incompetent bumbling, he didn’t trust anyone to do
the job as well as he could, so the burden fell on him and him
alone.
He scowled at the inkwell. Jane should be grateful that he
never questioned the household accounts she dutifully sent him
via his land steward at Minshom Abbey. She should certainly be
grateful enough to leave him alone.
«Good morning, my lord.»
He looked up and found her in front of him. Her plain blue
traveling gown looked fresh as if she hadn’t sat in it for hours
during the previous day’s journey. She’d always been like that,
neat as a pin—except in his bed.
«Good morning, wife.»
She sat down, even though he hadn’t offered her a seat or
stood up to acknowledge her presence. He pretended to fix the
nib of his pen and ignored her completely.
She delicately cleared her throat. «Would you like me to come
back later?»
«I’d like you to leave. I told you that last night.»
«Why?»
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He looked at her then. «I believe you know the answer. You
were the one who told me to get out of your sight and your life
forever.»
She sighed. «Blaize, that was seven years ago. Can we not
move on?»
«Really? Seven years? Is that all?»
«It feels like a lifetime to me.»
She held his gaze and he wanted to look away from the
memories that surged between them, their shared past, their
anguish...
«Why are you here, Jane?»
«To see you, to try to start again.»
«And if I don’t want to ‘start again’? What then? I am quite
happy with my current existence.»
«But I am not happy with mine.»
He got up, walked across to the window and presented her
with his back.
«You have more than most women in this country will ever
have—a beautiful home, enough money to waste on fripperies
and ample food in your belly.»
«And I am grateful for all those things, but...»
He swung around to face her. «Not grateful enough,
apparently, because here you are, annoying me.»
She didn’t flinch at his sarcastic tone, actually dared to raise
her chin at him.
«I only want what most women want: a husband, a family.»
His gut clenched. «You have a husband.»
«Whom I never see.»
«And whose fault is that? As I already said, you were the one
who wanted me gene.»
«I was distraught. I was not myself, I...»
«I don’t care, Jane.» He walked back over and stared down
into her eyes, hoped she recognized the complete indifference in
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his gaze. «I’m not interested in rehashing the past. I’m content
with my life as it is, without you in it.»
She stared at him for a long moment, as if searching for the
truth on his face.
«You’re very good at hiding what you feel, Blaize, you always
have been.»
«I’m not hiding anything. I am truly content.»
«Being portrayed as a drunken pervert in the scandal sheets?»
He almost smiled. «I don’t read that kind of filth, my dear.
Perhaps you shouldn’t either.»
She opened her reticule, drew out a bundle of letters. «Even if
I didn’t read about you in the newspapers, I have plenty of
correspondents to keep me informed of your latest scandal.»
He raised his eyebrows. «Spying on me, Jane? I’m surprised at
you.»
«I have no need to spy. Your peers are more than happy to
provide me with all the excruciating details of your private life
whether I want them or not.»
He circled her, trailed his fingertips along the gilded rim of the
chair and almost touched the soft downy hairs at the back of her
exposed neck. She shivered as his breath hissed out.
«So you rushed here to defend me?»
«Hardly.» She sighed. «I just wanted to talk to you.»
He left her side, returned to sit behind his desk.
«And now we’ve talked and I’ve told you to go away. Shall I
order your carriage for this afternoon?»
She sat up straight. «I’m not going until you talk to me
properly, Blaize.»
He gripped his pen so hard his fingers hurt. God, she was
infuriating, that calm voice, that complete disregard for his
wishes.
«I have nothing to say to you that hasn’t already been said.»
«I doubt that. People change. I’ve changed—why can’t you?»
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He returned her smile with interest. «Because I don’t want to
and I don’t regret anything?»
«You’ve always been stubborn.» Jane got up and smoothed
out her skirts. «While I am here, I intend to visit my old friends
and get some new gowns made.» She started for the door, paused
before she opened it. «Which modiste would you recommend?»
«How the hell would I know? And you’re not staving, Jane.»
He realized he was talking to himself and an open doorway.
Damn her! Where had she learned such composure? In the early
days of their marriage he was certain she’d been far more