Page 48 of New Storm Rising
“For efficiency only, I assure you.”
My smile widened. “Of course. Of course.”
“Cease smiling.”
My smile widened again. “As you command, my lord and husband.”
Mr Ambrose’s response to that was to ram a spoonful of scrambled egg into my mouth. The next half hour or so was spent in peaceful and companionable silence. It was…nice. Ever since my parents had died when I was little, I had always sat with my dear aunt and twin sisters at breakfast. So the concept of spending breakfast in company I actuallylikedwas rather novel. And I only puked two times! Yippee!
Finally, though, our happy little couple time came to an end and Mr Ambrose rose to his feet, looking around for his shirt which he had yet to put on.
He looked around for quite a while.
“Mrs Ambrose?”
“Yes?”
“My shirt.”
“Do I absolutely have to?” Lips quirking, I let my eyes wander over his chiselled chest. “I’m really quite enjoying the view.”
“Shirt.Now!”
Reluctantly, I pulled the crumpled shirt out from under my derriere and handed it to him. He stared at the wrinkly thing and sent a long, long look my way, which prompted me to look out of the window and start whistling.
“Mrs Ambrose?”
“Yes?”
“In your luggage…did you bring a flat iron?”
…aaaand that was my cue to leave.
With the instincts of a seasoned choreophobic, I fled the room. It was time to do a tour of this lovely little house. After all, my dear husband had built this abode just for me, right? It would be remiss of me if I didn’t enjoy it to its fullest.
Pushing open the back door, I gazed out over the clearing bathed in the golden light of the sunrise.
And what a beautiful abode it is.
I remembered what my dear husband had said about this place.“I merely provided the necessary lodgings for our stay in the vicinity.”
I smirked.
Yes. Merely necessary lodgings. That’s why the little garden behind the cottage was filled with lilies and forget-me-nots.
Taking a last breath of the fresh forest air, I closed the door again and started exploring the house. Besides the big bedroom, there was a kitchen, a sitting room, a bathroom—yes! Baths available! Yes!—plus, on the upper storey, a gallery, a small study and…another bedroom? I frowned. For whom was that? Karim? I supposed it could have been. Only…the wallpaper featuring little lambs and dancing bunnies made me alittledoubtful. Also the bed was about fifty sizes too small. What the heck?
Shrugging, I turned and started back downstairs. When I returned to the bedroom, I found a note on my pillow.
Mrs Ambrose,
Gone to work. When I return, I expect dinner on the table.
Mr Ambrose
My eyebrow twitched. Oh. Heexpected, did he?
He did make breakfast for you, remember?
