The corner of his lips twitched. “To woo you.”
She fell back onto the bed. “How anticlimactic. Have you not been wooing me? I’m already your wife.” She snuck a look at him. “I even let you into my bed.”
Will rose to his feet. “But you still don’t trust me—not as I would want you to. I’m not sure you’d believe what I would have to tell you.”
She peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. “So you first wish to gain my trust? Bywooing?”
Will nodded. “Is there a better way?”
“I wonder. Well then woo me faster, or I might lose my patience.”
“And what happens then?”
“Who knows? I may start to sow misery and mayhem.”
“You might as well.”
She sat up. “Why?”
Will strode to the door. “When you are sowing misery and mayhem you’ll be thinking about me.” He shot her a heated look. “So scheme away, love.”
“You insufferable oaf!”
Will escaped the chamber just as a pillow hit the door. He laughed. Today was going to be a great day.
Chapter Thirteen
“Do you wantout of the marriage?” Rohan asked Harriet as they strolled through Bond Street.
“The fact that you are asking me that means you have a way, I assume?”
“I always have a way.”
Harriet chuckled. She didn’t doubt that, but she also believed her husband might be just as brutal in his methods as Rohan, if not more so.
“Don’t stay such things out loud—you never know who might be listening.” And she didn’t want to see these two men—each powerful in their own right—go for each other’s throats because of her. “I don’t want out.”
“Are you happy then?”
“Well, I’m not unhappy. Besides, Leeds lived up to the promise I made my mother. He fought to be with me, and he’s not a bad man.”
Rohan grunted. “I’ll reserve judgment, then.”
“As long as you try.”
“I still can’t believe you nearly set off for Charleston. You could have met with a dangerous situation, darling.”
“I’ve already been scolded, thank you very much,” Harriet said. “I just wish I could unwrap all of his layers already.” She’d been rather miffed this morning at his arch exit from her chamber, until she received a bouquet of flowers with a note that read:I don’t gamble, love.
How many bones did she have left to melt?
“Just like a woman. Always wanting to dig up a man’s soul.”
“Oh, pish. That is such a male thing to say.” She cast him a sidelong glance. “I’ve always wanted true partnership in a marriage. It suddenly feels as though it might be possible. Is that greedy of me?”
“Most greedy, indeed, darling,” he drawled with a smile, and Harriet found herself smiling back.
“He is wooing me, you know.”
