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She sed past the sudden rush of excite in her chest “You’re my husband Why would I mind?” But the need to speak fro I would like more than to be close to you”
He inclined his head, pulled back the coverlet and waited for her to slip beneath the sheets He joined her in bed, kissed her in the sinful yet affectionate way that tugged at the muscles deep inside Then he relaxed back on the pillow and fell asleep within minutes
Fascinated, she hugged her pillow and watched the soft rise and fall of his chest, studied every facet of theas she could remember The man she still loved to the depths of her soul
Chapter Twelve
The Earl of Tregarth did nothing in small measure Benedict surveyed his father’s opulent ballroom and sht to a greater degree Lavish paintings in ornate gilt fraundy walls The orchestra—renowned throughout Europe for their skill and expertise—only played for the king and a select few granted a royal decree The earl enjoyed re the members of the aristocracy of his wealth and power Not because he thought hiratification No His father’slife more bearable for Benedict
Cassandra touched Benedict lightly on the ar The ice sculptures are the best I have ever seen” She pointed to Cupid equipped with his bow “Like the ancient sculptures one finds in museums”
“My father hires Fausto Farino whenever he wishes to beat the lesser members of society back into place”
“There are feho can afford Signore Farino’s extortionate fee”
“Hence the reason Tregarth es And to remind those here that most of my father’s wealth shall be mine one day”
Cassandra cast hi to know your father loves you, loves youelse”
A ranted Other than his friends, his father was the only person who had never failed him
“Yes,” he acknowledged His father’s love gave hio out into the world, to take risks, to itimacy”
With some trepidation—for he kne his friends would react upon seeing the evidence of the brutal attack on Theobolds Road—Benedict escorted Cassandra down the stairs to join Wycliff, Trent and the men’s wives
Benedict had barely taken a breath when Trent grabbed his arlared at his cheek “What the devil’s happened to your face?”
Benedict pressed the pads of his fingers to the cut and winced “Sos to attack us as we left Mrs Crandall’s abode last night But lower your voice I e”