I’m sorry, Spence said. I didn’t mean to wake you.
And then he got the hell out of the cabin.Andrew was already on deck before he took a moment to pause and take a breath. He hadn’t meant to leave so suddenly, but Miss Bridgerton had got under his skin, and—
Oh bloody hell, who did he think he was kidding? He hadn’t even been planning to go down to his cabin until evening, but for some idiot reason he’d wanted to see how she was getting on with the puzzle, and then he’d had to make up an excuse for his being there.He didn’t even know what he’d grabbed from his wardrobe. He reached into his pocket and pulled out . . .A pair of his smalls.
He briefly considered tossing them over the side. The last thing he needed was one of his men coming across him holding his undergarments like some sort of demented laundress.But he could not bring himself to dispose of a perfectly good piece of clothing just because she . . .
No, because he . . .
It was certainly not because they . . .Except for the part where you got a divorce. Tiny detail, but one worth mentioning.
That was a rash decision. We were always so passionate. The fights we’d have... She smiled fondly. The makeup sex. Did he tell you we didn’t stop seeing each other after the divorce?But the Nathan I’d known wouldn’t have cheated on me. Would he?
Oh, yes. We saw each other regularly. She took a sip of her water. Right up until he met you. But I knew he still loved me.I unlocked my jaw. Not quite enough, though, right? Since he married me and all.