Breathless (The House of Rohan 3) - Page 36

“Don’t even joke about such things. Do you think Bothwell is worthy of self-mutilation?”

Jane’s face suddenly lightened, and she looked like her old self, something Miranda hadn’t seen in months. “I don’t think he’s worthy of one finger, much less my entire hand in marriage. ”

“Much less your entire body,” Miranda added. “Good. I’m glad that’s settled. I was afraid I was going to have to abduct you so you wouldn’t marry such a prosing old bore. ”

“He’s not that much older than we are,” Jane pointed out fairly.

“He’s old. And Brandon would have helped me carry you off. He calls him Bore-well. ”

“And instead the Scorpion is the one to carry both of us off. ” Jane sighed. “He’s an odd man, isn’t he? If I weren’t certain he was besotted with you I’d worry. ”

Besotted, Miranda thought. She was a means to an end and nothing more. She smiled, hoping she could continue to trick her friend. “He’s promised to have people waiting to escort you back to London, though he refuses to say when. We probably won’t have much warning, but I wanted to assure you how happy I am. ” The lying words were like bile on her tongue, but she forced a serene smile on her face, and to her relief Jane appeared to believe it.

“It’s all right to be nervous, Miranda,” she said, misreading the edge in her voice. “You like to pretend you know everything about … about sex and men, but really, you only have experience of an absolute rotter. I just thank God St. John is not accepted in good company anymore. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d been forced to face him. ”

“At least he’s had to go to ground,” Miranda said, happy to talk about anything but Lucien.

“And no one could be further from Christopher St. John than your future husband,” Jane said, absently toying with the diamond ring. “I suspect you’ll be very happy. ”

“A match made in heaven, in fact. ”

Jane laughed. “Well, hardly. You forget—I know you too well. I imagine you’ll have your battles. But I think you will …”

The door opened, and Lucien stood there, blocking the early morning light. “Miss Pagett,” he said in his smooth, charming, scorpion-voice, “this is where we part ways. ”

“Already?” Miranda couldn’t keep the initial squeak of pain from her voice, and she was rewarded with Lucien’s damnable smile.

“I’m afraid so. We have an oh-so-respectable dame to keep her company, one of my light traveling coaches with my second-best driver, and he’s an excellent shot, as well. He’ll keep her safe and sound until he returns her home. Come along, Miss Pagett. You’ll …” His words trailed off as his gaze fell on her ungloved hand. “That’s quite a lovely ring you have, Miss Pagett. Your affianced husband must be quite besotted with you. ”

Jane turned bright pink as she tried to hide her hand in her skirts, but he was reaching out for her, to let her down, and she had no choice but to put her hands in his.

And Miranda knew a moment, a merest flash, of irrational jealousy. She started after them, but Lucien closed the door. “You’ll be staying in the coach, my darling. ”

“I can’t,” she said flatly. There were a thousand things she hadn’t said to Jane, warnings, message

s …

“You can. ”

“I have to use the necessary. ” She didn’t even blush. She would use anything as a weapon against him, and he could hardly argue. They’d been riding a long time.

“I’ll have one of the chambermaids bring you a pot, my love. You’ll stay put. ”

She wanted to snarl at him. Instead she leaned out the window and called to Jane. “Tell my parents I love them. And tell them I’m blissfully happy. ”

“Blissfully?” Lucien echoed with a soft laugh. “I’m honored. ”

She glanced at him, and he couldn’t see her hands curled into fists in her lap. “Blissfully, my love,” she said firmly. And sat back, rather than burst into tears at Jane’s retreating back.

Jane sat in the private parlor of the coaching inn, drinking her tea. She was uneasy, though she wasn’t quite sure why. She had complete faith that the coach and chaperone the earl had summoned would be there momentarily—she couldn’t imagine anyone daring to do less than Rochdale demanded. She was going home, which was a good, thing, wasn’t it? With luck she’d be back before Mr. Bothwell even noticed she had gone.

Not that she particularly cared. She just hoped she had the courage to break off the engagement that was now looking like a living death.

Back in her ordinary world, though, it would probably seem like the wise thing to do. Marry the man, and she’d have her own house and children. Surely she could tolerate him for that much.

She’d rather concentrate on Miranda and her husband-to-be. Something was wrong, Jane thought, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. She had no doubt at all that Miranda was in love with Lucien de Malheur, but there was something in the way of it, and she couldn’t imagine what. As for the earl, he was harder to read. If it weren’t for the way his strange, pale eyes followed Miranda wherever she was, she might have refused to leave.

Author: Anne Stuart

Tags: Anne Stuart The House of Rohan Erotic
Source: readsnovelonline.net
readsnovelonline.net Copyright 2016 - 2024