Ten oclock. Bram would be at the Snake and Sextant, the usual meeting place for the Hellraisers before they ventured out for the nights exploits. Edmund went out seldom, now that he had the wife he had coveted. John often had dealings at Whitehall that kept him late. Which meant that Bram was alone. Unless Leo joined him.
He waited for the feeling of restlessness that always presaged his evening entertainment. The need to do and see more and more. An unceasing appetite for the pleasures afforded by wealth.
Part of him felt he should go, merely on principle. Prove to himself that marriage had not changed him, nor the essence of himself.
Yet jagged and uncertain their conversations might be, he found himself enjoying Annes company. He liked talking with her. If he required a rationale, he could tell himself that he merely wanted to speed up the process of rogering his wife. And he did want that. But she was more than a receptacle or ornament. A person. Entire and genuine. Soft, but not fragile. Innocent, yet not immature.
There could be much more to Anne than he had first accounteda thought both alarming and intriguing.
Since the subject seemed to interest her, he said, The money my father earned from the commission was substantial. More than he could make in a year. But he didnt put it back into the saddlery. He invested it instead. In a shipment of Indian cotton.
I didnt realize saddle makers knew so much of overseas trade.
They dont. My father would go to the pub and have someone read him the newspaper. Got his imagination sparked by tales of wealthy nabobs and all the faraway places making such wondrous things. He wanted to be a part of that.
It was a bold thing to do, Anne said quietly. Invest when he had so little experience with it.
The neighbors called him a fool for pissing away a years earnings, and all for a bit of Oriental cloth. Their smirks died when he earned thrice what he had invested.
What a fine day that must have been for you. She smiled.
He remembered it vividly. The letter that came from London. Leo reading the letter aloud as his father stared at the banknotes stacked on their single, rough table. His mothers tears. And his fathers vow that he would invest again, and again, until they could have butter on their bread and fresh tea in their cups. His father had contracted a sickness that day, a sickness for the future. Leo caught it, too. A fever in his blood, one he hoped would never be cured.
By the time I was fifteen, he said, we were more than comfortable. We were rich. And every day, I grow richer.
Gaining you everything you want.
He chuckled at that. There is always more.
Never enough? She glanced up at him through her lashes.
When I become the wealthiest man in England, perhaps then. But he doubted it. He stiffened when he caught the soft music of her chuckle. You think my ambition ridiculous.
She shook her head. You mistake me. My laughter is for the peculiarities of circumstance. Yesterday, I found myself married to a man I barely know. And today, I learn that this man and I share something unexpected.
We share a name now. And a bed, though they had only slept in this bed.
Something else. For I realized just nowshe moved to stand before himthat the saddlers son and the poor barons daughter are more than husband and wife. A rueful smile curved her lips. We have both stood outside the assembly hall, watching the dancers. She glanced toward the house. Now its time to go inside.
Chapter 5
Leaving her again to stare off into the darkness, her mind churning.
This morning, she heard him stir, and the quiet exchange between him and his valet. She sat up when Spinner left the chamber.
Did I wake you? Leo frowned in concern as he tugged on the cuffs of his dark blue coat. Its slim cut emphasized the leanness
of his form, the breadth of his shoulders, and with the early morning light seeping in beneath the curtains, he was a crisp, handsome herald of day.
I cannot believe I am married to this man.
Last night gave me much to think about, she said.
He drifted closer to the bed. She felt acutely conscious of her rumpled nightgown, her state of near undress, when he had armored himself in impeccable tailoring. She sat in bed, whilst he stood. Their inequality unsettled her.
I would like to help, she said.
Help. He spoke the word as if uncertain of its meaning.
She made herself meet his gaze. You and I, were not precisely desirables amongst the ranks of Society. I have breeding and connection, but no wealth. You have fortune, but no pedigree. Each of us with something the other lacks. Before we wed, I was apprised by my father of the monthly allowance you settled on me. The amount still stunned her. She could not possibly spend it within the course of twelve months, let alone one. So you have given me what I lacked before our marriage, and I want to do the same for you.
He raised a brow. I want nothing given from obligation.
Not obligationa desire to help. She fought frustration. What a stubborn man, determined to see everything as a battle. There are men of the gentry with whom you could form connections. Men of power and influence.