“What happens when we release him?” Jonathan chirped from the door.
“I’m not sure I follow?” Willow murmured with a brief glance at Jonathan.
“He will be furious,” Jonathan said. “Do we release his bonds and let him stalk the chamber for two days before we let him out?”
Ambrose rolled his eyes.
“I will release him after the ceremony,” Willow said, tucking a curl behind her ear. “I shall also be spending tonight with my sisters to prepare for the wedding.”
Instant protest welled up. She was leaving? The sudden piercing memory of her earlier words in his study raided his mind, cascading down on him like a ton of bricks. And courtesy of his current predicament, Ambrose was in no position to voice his opinion or do something about it, so he let his displeasure flash in his eyes.
“I am not leaving, leaving, Ambrose.” She cast an uncertain glance to Jonathan. “I said those things to goad you into drinking the brandy. But we do need to discuss some unresolved matters.”
Oh, he had plenty to discuss.
He watched them take their leave, his hammering heart settling into a steady rhythm. That had been part of their plan, too? He was going to throttle his brother when this was over. As it were, Benson was going to have a fete when he discovered Ambrose—Ambrose was damn well never going to live it down.
