“Hell’s bells! I shudder to think what my wife would do to you.”
They both chuckled.
“Speaking of which, she still won’t be happy to discover you’ve taken Lady Belle home.”
“If you cannot keep your wife under control, old chap, that’s not my problem.”
One dark brow rose. “You say that now, but wait until you’re sharing a chamber pot with me.”
“Be as it may, I will leave it to you to inform your wife.”
“You are a cruel man, Westfield.”
No, he was a desperate one.
No other woman had ever made him feel such insanity. And desperate men acted in desperate ways. “Whatever I may be, I probably picked it up from you.”
“That makes me feel all happy inside.”
Simon grinned. He thought back on his friend’s pursuit of marital bliss. While Grey had used calculated manipulation methods to secure Evelyn and almost lost her, St. Aldwyn chose to be relentless in his pursuit via the path of consistent annoyance. In Simon’s estimation, Lady Josephine had given in out of sheer exasperation.
However, none of that would work on Lady Belle. She was different. She was haunted by an invisible force that he could not begin to fight without knowing its true form. And she hid that well behind a wall of resistance.
He would need to appeal to her heart…or her sweet tooth. He’d heard she had a particular love of cakes, after all. Perhaps his family lemon cake recipe would do the trick.
