Pendragon (Sherbrooke Brides 7)

“Yes,” Meggie said. “He is a good man. I don’t think age has anything to do with it.”

“Well, he’s your new husband, now, isn’t he? I am to meet his lordship here in just a moment. We have more repairs to consider.”

“I want that ancient chandelier to be rehung, Paddy, before it crashes down and mashes one of our heads. And there are stairs to be replaced. Also, I need a score of gardeners, not people who see a weed and step on it, but people who know their way about a garden and a lawn.”

“I always go around that chandelier, don’t you know?” Paddy said, shaking his head. “I’ll do that, my lady, don’t worry about it. And the gardens, I’ll find the best men in the area. Mrs. Black is singing, so happy she is with the women we brought in from the village. Ah, here’s his new lordship.”

“Paddy, I must speak to my wife in private for a moment. Please come back in a half hour.” The door no sooner closed on Paddy than Thomas said without preamble, “My mother trapped me in the corridor just beneath a portrait of my great-great-uncle Mortimer who went to Wales just after his elder brother came into the title, so furious that he went into a coal mine and the roof caved in on him and killed him.”

“She’s your mother. I suppose that she has a right to trap you whenever she wishes to.”

“She did. She demanded to know if I was trying my best to get you pregnant.”

Meggie gave him the wickedest smile. No daughter of a vicar should smile like that. “Are you, Thomas? Trying your very best?”

“Dammit,” he said, and grabbed her. He moaned in her mouth, and that sweet sound, the taste of him, made her wild. Her hands were on his britches’ buttons before he managed to pull away. He leaned his forehead against hers. He was breathing very hard, trying to get hold of himself. “Oh God,” he whispered, leaned down to kiss her, cursed, and took four steps back.

“Why did you dismiss Paddy if you didn’t want to kiss me until I jumped on you and carried you to the floor?”

He laughed, just couldn’t help himself. “I dismissed Paddy because I wanted to know what you spoke to my mother about. Her eyes were nearly red, Meggie, so furious with you she was sputtering.”

“So she’s angry, is she?”

“Yes. You sound very pleased with yourself.”

Meggie felt a jab of unworthiness. “Don’t worry about it, Thomas. She and I will learn to deal with each other. Ah, did she tell you exactly what she was angry about?”

“She just said you needed discipline and I was to beat you, that it was obvious I hadn’t brought you to heel yet.”

“Well,” Meggie said, giving him a sunny smile. “Perhaps you can bring me to heel if we go riding.”

“Your head, Meggie. You shouldn’t ride until tomorrow at the earliest. You should lie down now and rest.”

He was right and she said, “Blessed Hell, all right.” Her hair was long and curling to the middle of her back, tied back with a length of black velvet ribbon. He knew, knew all the way to the oak floor beneath his feet, that she was distracted because she wanted him, and she wanted to hit him because he’d pulled away from her. She might not love him, but she wanted him and surely that was an excellent beginning. He would have her yet, or he didn’t know what he’d do. He was an optimistic man. He had to hold to that. He heard her say, a bit of a sulk in her voice, “Yes, I will feed Aisling carrots and explore Pendragon grounds. I wish to plant more trees. I must see what sort grow well here.”

“Meggie—”

When she turned, her eyebrow up, he looked at her closely for a very long moment, then slowly shook his head. Let her stew. “Please, be careful and don’t walk too far from the castle.” He didn’t tell her that one of the smaller stable lads would be following her everywhere at a discreet distance.

“Ah, that person who struck me last night might be lurking about to do it again?”

“Everyone is accounted for,” he said, lying easily. “No, I just don’t want you to overdo.” Actually, he knew the exact location of everyone in the castle, including Mrs. Black and Barnacle, who was currently lying on his back on the kitchen floor, arms flung out, groaning. Mrs. Black merely stepped over him.

She left him. She wanted to kiss him again, feel that moan of his in her mouth.

Lord Kipper found Meggie in the center of a maze that had fallen to ruin at least twenty years before. She was standing there, staring about at all the yew bushes, wondering how she could fix it, when she heard him say from behind her, “Ah, my beautiful young bride.”

She raised an

eyebrow up at that, knew he’d said it exactly that way on purpose, and said, “Thank you, Lord Kipper.”

“I wish I had seen you first, but alas, I didn’t.”

“My father would have howled had you inquired about me, sir, since you are even his senior by many years.”

“When it involves men and women, years don’t matter.”

“I shouldn’t like to be a widow at twenty-one because my husband died of old age.”