She nods, her chest beginning to show the telltale signs of arousal. She’s flushed and pink, and breathing hard already.
Now you’re twisting my words. Of course I care for him. He was like a brother to me.Very well, Cecily acceded. I won’t say anything.
Until you are betrothed. And then I shall shout it to anyone who will listen: I predicted this!Honoria didn’t even bother to respond. There would be no betrothal, and thus no shouting of anything. But what she did not realize until later was that for the first time she had said that Marcus was like a brother to her.And if he wasn’t a brother to her any longer, what was he?
Honoria returned to London the next day. The season would not begin for over a month, but there was much to be done in preparation. According to her recently married cousin Marigold, who came by to visit the first afternoon Honoria was back, pink was now all the rage, although if one visited the modiste, one had to take care to call it primrose, poppy, or ruby. Furthermore, one simply had to have a collection of bracelets. No one could do without them, Marigold assured her.As that was only the beginning of Marigold’s fashion advice, Honoria made plans to visit the modiste later that week. But before she could do more than select her favorite shade of pink (primrose, just to keep things simple), a letter arrived for her from Fensmore.
Honoria assumed it must be from Marcus, and she opened it eagerly, surprised that he would have taken the time to write to her. But when she unfolded the single sheet of foolscap, the writing was far too feminine to have ever come from his hand.
Her brow knit with concern, she sat down to read the letter.The jabbing at his leg stopped for a bit, then started up again. Then there was a lovely, short pause, and then –
But not enough to cry out. Although he might have moaned. He wasn’t sure. They’d poured hot water on him. Lots of it. He wondered if they were trying to poach his leg.Boiled meat. How terribly British of them.
He chuckled. He was funny. Who knew he was so funny?Oh, my God! he heard Honoria yell. What did I do to him?