The Bad Luck Wedding Night, Bad Luck Wedding series #5 (Bad Luck Abroad trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page B

immediately."
    "What?"
    "It's true, lass. I'm an earl. Lord Innsbruck. And you, Sarah, are Lady Innsbruck. You are my countess."
    The brandy bottle slipped from her hands and fell to the floor with a resounding crash.

 
     
     
    It's bad luck to change your bridal clothes before nightfall.
     
     
    Chapter 3

     
    "I won't go." Sarah repeated her assertion for the fifteenth time in the past fifteen minutes. She was dressed and perched primly on the settee in the sitting room while Nick paced the room. "It's not what we agreed. We have a nice house waiting for us to make it a home."
    He halted in midstep and faced her, scowling. "Sarah, I am the Earl of Innsbruck. I own a townhouse in London, a castle in Scotland, and an estate in Surrey the size of Tarrant County. You’ll have three houses to make a home. "
    "I don't care." She brushed an imaginary speck of dust off her sky-blue skirt. "I don't want to live there. I want to live in Fort Worth. My mother is here."
    "Your mother can come with us. She'll like London. She can attend the theater every night if she wishes."
    "My mother won't leave Texas. This is our home, Nick. We have roots here. We have family here."
    "Well, I don't! My family is in England. I have three sisters and a father who want me back."
    "That brings up the question of why they let you go in the first place. I'm sorry, but I have no desire to claim as relatives people who abandon a family member with no more than a flicker of conscience. Frankly, I'm surprised you can."
    Fire flared in his eyes. "It is so easy for you, is it not? Only someone who has never been alone, who has never suffered a moment's doubt about belonging, could stand there and say what you just said. Lass, you are so spoiled you stink."
    She gasped and shoved herself to her feet. "How dare you!"
    "How dare I?" Nick braced his hands on his hips. "What about the vows you took this afternoon? Whatever happened to 'Wither thou goest, I will go'?"
    She folded her arms and stuck out her chin. "You promised to 'goest' to a ranch just outside of town!"
    "I didn't know my brothers were going to collide their horses and kill themselves when I said it."
    "That doesn't change the fact that you want to go back on your promise. Just like you did a little bit ago." Sarah gave her head a toss and her golden hair went flying. "Your word, Nicholas Ross, is no good. You're a liar."
    "Now wait just one minute."
    "You promised not to hurt me." Now it was Sarah's turn to pace, and she did so while waving her arms about theatrically. "You promised not to hurt me, but you did when you took my virginity, and you are trying to break your word about staying in Fort Worth."
    He muttered something beneath his breath, then snapped, "You're still a virgin, Sarah. I did not break your maidenhead. 'Tis as hard as your head. As far as hurting you goes, I apologize. I could have done better. However, your lack of cooperation didn't help the situation at all."
    She stopped short and brought her hands to her chest. "Are you attempting to lay the blame on me?"
    "I'm not laying anything—certainly not you. And 'tis my wedding night, too. Who the hell would have believed that?"
    With that, Sarah burst into tears. Nothing was going right. Everything was a mess. Nothing was turning out as she had planned. As Nick stabbed his fingers through his hair, she whirled around, threw herself down on the settee, buried her head in her arms, and sobbed. So wrapped up was she in her misery, she didn't notice he'd taken a seat beside her until he pulled her into his arms.
    "Shush, now, lass. Dinna cry. Tis all right. Everything will be all right. Shush, now."
    "I... I... I don't want to live in England!" she wailed against his shoulder.
    "I ken. Perhaps we will not be required to live there. I dinna know the rules, Sarah. I simply know we must make the trip to Hunterbourne Manor to find out."
    "But that’s not my dream. I don't want to go to your father's manor house. I want to stay