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inspecting her butter soft thighs, and the
alabaster bottom.
    “My, you
have such soft skin,” he whispered as he stroked her rear.
    As sweet as
his tones were, Abigail wasn’t really listening, knowing she needed an
explanation for the less that perfect appearance of her posterior.
    “What are
these?” he finally asked.
    “Those,
what do you mean?” she asked.
    “Yes, it
looks like cuts of some sort.”
    “I fell
in a patch of briars, it was really very stupid, I was walking along by the
stream, my feet just fell out from under me,” she continued in one breath,
“and not wanting to fall on the rocks, which would surly have bruised me badly, I fell on to the shore. Unfortunately, there was a very
nasty briar patch right there. The horrible things went right through my thin
dress and cut me.”
    “My,
that’s quite an explanation,” Aaron said. He continued to run his hands along
his wife lovely body. “Now if I believe it, that would be another
thing.”
    “Honestly,
Aaron, it’s true.”
    “My
dear,” his voice suddenly turned chilly. “You lie to me and you’ll
find more than just a few red scratches on your bottom.”
    She turned
over at once.
    “What are
you saying?” she said.
    He continued
with the stern authori-tarian cool, something she’d
not yet wit- nessed from her husband, as kind and
gentle as he’d always been with her. “I will not tolerate lies, any more
than I tolerated Darcy Greenwood trying to steal from me.”
    “And I
suppose you think you’d paddle my ass too,” Abigail said.
    “You lie
to me, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second,” he warned. “So tell me
where these came from?”
    Abigail
blushed, her father’s visage suddenly appearing to her, when she thought she
was done with the man. Now he was haunting her marriage bed, damn him!
    “My
father punished me last night,” she confessed at last.
    “I see.
Is this something he’s used to doing.”
    “He’ll
tell you that,” she replied.
    “And is
that true?”
    “I
suppose so,” she confessed reluctantly.
    Aaron
snickered. “Good.”
    “Good.
What does that mean?”
    “Good,
you didn’t try to lie again.”
    “How are
you your misdeeds last night, and how he thinks we should handle the
confrontations in our marriage.”
    “He
did!” Abigail’s blue eyes were wide-eyed in wonder.”
    “Yes, he
told me all about the best way to handle Abigail McPhearson Barrow,” he confirmed. He kissed her on forehead and then the lips, with
Abigail too stunned to reply. “Now, my love, I think it’s time we both got
some sleep. I’ll need to introduce you to the kitchen in the morning.”
    “But…”
    “Hush,”
Aaron said softly.
    “But.. .
” she tried again. She wasn’t finished grilling him, a million questions
immediately raced to the front of her mind.
    “Hush, my
darling,” he answered more sternly this time. “You need some sleep,
and so do L” And with his arm holding her warm body tightly to his side,
he snuggled in with his bride to sleep for the night.
    Abigail,
exhausted as she was, lay awake far longer than he did, thinking and rethinking
the startling revelations - Darcy’s punishments, Aaron’s private meeting with
her father, and the rude awak-ening that perhaps she
hadn’t escaped the firm strong grasp of a powerful man at all. She’d only
exchanged one uncompromising dominant with another. Even if he did make love to
her like magic, this unexpected turn of events put her .marriage in a whole new
light.
     

Chapter
Two
     
     
    Abigail gazed
up from the garden into the cornflower blue of the sky, whipped by a wind that
spread the clouds into fine thin wisps of white. The roses were blooming and
she was taking pride in the summer flowers that bloomed, thinking how odd it
was to be happily living a very normal kind of life. So far there hadn’t been
anything stirring to distress her. Being married was filled with too many other
things to arouse her passions. Falling into bed nightly