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He was unprepared for his second slap of the evening, this from his wife. After landing the blow, she took his arm and pulled him toward the entry. She started her tirade there in a series of whispers.
He was unprepared for his second slap of the evening, this from his wife. After landing the blow, she took his arm and pulled him toward the entry. She started her tirade there in a series of whispers.
“I can't believe you just left. If I didn't know your
mother, I'd think she'd raised you in a barn. Honestly, I can accept the widow.
That's business.” Apparently Veronica had taken notice of Lynn at some point.
He could have sworn she was engaged when Lynn withdrew. Once they were in the
carriage her voice rose to full volume. “But a whore, Harrold? In the Baskins'
house. Do you have any idea how you embarrassed me? I couldn't care less how
often you frequent them or what vile things you do with them, but as a guest?”
Veronica's shrill voice had never appealed to him, but
her tone, the way she berated him. God help him, it made him want her. For the
first time in a long time.
He sank to the floor of the carriage, taking her hands
and holding them to his forehead. “Forgive me. Tell me what I must do?”
“Do?” she asked, confused and snatching her hands back.
“Whatever do you mean? Get up. Sit like a man.”
He rose, but longed to continue where her command had
taken him. He sat beside her, his hand holding her breast and thumb circling
above her corset. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured in her ear, nibbling the
lobe.
She nudged him with her shoulder to push him away. “I'll
ask you not to treat me as one of your ladies of the night.”
Harrold exited the carriage first, offering Veronica his
hand. He kept hold when she was on the ground, breathing into her ear again.
“What of our room? Can I appease you there?”
“Are you mad? I've had you tear me open quite enough,
thank you.” Snatching her hand back, she hurried into the house.
Harrold seriously considered walking to Baker Street
before finally following and lying silently beside his lovely wife.
