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mistress?
    Would she return from her
honeymoon, finally knowing what passed between a man and a woman,
only to have to watch him indulge in that with yet another
woman?
    Or would it take him longer to replace Lady
March?
    Perhaps she could use her
honeymoon to learn… to learn everything that a man might want.
Everything that pleased a man. Surely her husband would enjoy
having a wife who knew what he desired, and when he tired of her
and she’d given him his heir they could go their separate ways and
she could show Alex how well she could please him. Of course, she
wasn’t entirely sure what being a mistress to a man entailed, but
she knew it had something to do with the activities of the marriage
bed. Whatever it was she was sure she could learn to do it for
Alex. Learn to do it better than any woman he’d ever done it with
before.
    “My dear?”
    Her heart seemed to leap into her
throat as she looked up into Hugh’s glowing blue eyes. Guilt
swamped her as she realized that she was yet again thinking
adulterous thoughts on her wedding day. The way he was looking at
her was almost tender, although there was still a hint of that
strange hunger as well. Barely married for three hours and already
she was thinking about the day when she would betray those vows.
She was truly an awful person.
    “Yes my lord?”
    “I think you can call me Hugh now,
sweetheart,” he said, laughing a little as he reached out for her
hand. Instinctively Irene placed her fingers in his, allowing him
to help her to her feet as she blushed, feeling rather
silly.
    “Of course. I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry,” he murmured,
stepping close enough to her that she could feel his body heat, his
hand searing her as he placed it against the small of her back. His
other hand still gripped her fingers and she found herself staring
up at him, feeling like a trapped bird, her heart pounding inside
of her chest. The smile that spread across his face was rather
wicked and her face heated as his eyes traveled back down to sweep
across her bosom. Beneath her dress her breasts seemed to tighten
in the strangest manner. “You can call me whatever you wish,
sweetheart, but I prefer Hugh.”
    “Hugh.” She repeated, and then
nearly gasped as his eyes actually seemed to darken, like the sky
when it was going to storm. The strangest expression ran across his
face and suddenly it was almost as if they were the only two people
in the world. Her breath caught in her throat and she found that
she couldn’t speak another word, not that she could think of one to
say.
    Someone cleared their throat,
loudly and closely, and she and Hugh both jumped and then turned
their heads to stare at Edwin. Who was staring back at them,
grinning. He shook his head and turned to his wife.
    “Nell, can you help Miss – uh,
Lady Petersham to her room.”
    “Right, yes.” Hugh suddenly came
to life again, as debonair and smooth as always as he looked down
at her. The intensity of his gaze had lessened again; the moment,
whatever it was, had passed. “My dear, as soon as you’re ready to
travel we may leave.”
    “Oh...” Irene said in sudden
understanding as she looked down at her dress. Of course. She’d had
her maid set aside a dress this morning for her to wear when it was
time to go. The dress she’d been married in was far too fine to
travel a long distance in a carriage, not to mention not as
comfortable as the dress that she’d set aside. A feeling of almost
panic sparked inside of her. It was time to go so soon?
    But there was nothing to be done.
At least Eleanor would be with her and hopefully her mother would
stay downstairs to entertain the guests. She was currently across
the room and not even looking Irene’s way so perhaps it was time to
make good an escape. Turning to her sister-in-law she smiled
tremulously.
    “You don’t mind going with me?”
    “No, I’d be
happy to go upstairs with you and spend some time with some
worthwhile company,” Eleanor