Page 41 of The Heir
“So if I were to get you pregnant, you would marry me?”
Anna realized too late the trap she had set for herself and sat on the window seat with a sigh. “I would,” she admitted, “which only indicates how unwilling I will be to permit the occasion to arise.”
He sat down beside her and took her hand, and she sensed his mind beginning to sift and sort through the information she’d disclosed and the information she’d withheld.
He drew a pattern over her knuckles. “I am not your enemy, and I never will be.”
She nodded, not arguing. He slipped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his side.
“You are not my enemy,” Anna said, letting him tuck her against him. “And you cannot be my husband nor my keeper.”
“I will be your very discreet suitor for the summer, and then we will see where we are. We are agreed on this.” He voice was purposeful, as if he’d finished exploring the challenge before him and was ready to vanquish it.
“We are agreed,” Anna said, knowing his best efforts would in a few weeks time put them no closer to his goals than they were in that moment. But she needed those weeks, needed them to plan and organize and regroup.
And in the alternative, she needed the time to grieve and to hoard up for herself the bittersweet procession of moments like this, when he held her and comforted her and reminded her of all she could not have.
They stayed like that, sitting side by side for a long time, the only sound the rain pelting against the windows. After a time, Westhaven got up and looked around the room.
“I will go check on Pericles. I am thinking I should also lay a fire in here, as the rain does not appear to be moving off.”
“Lay a fire? We have hours of light yet,” Anna said, though in truth they’d had more than a nap outside by the stream, and the afternoon was well advanced. “We could make it back to Town were we to leave in the next couple of hours.”
He pursed his lips, obviously unwilling to argue. Anna let him go, knowing it would ruin his gig were they to try to get it back to Town in this downpour. He came back soaked to the skin but reporting the horse was contentedly munching hay and watching the rain from his stall.
They spent the next hour retrieving more blankets and the medical bag kept in the gig, then, as the rain had not let up, filling up the wood boxes in the library. The earl split logs from a supply on the back porch, and Anna toted them into the house. They continued in that fashion, until the wood boxes built beside the library hearths were full and the earl had left a tidy pile of logs split for the next time somebody needed a fire.
He returned to the library where Anna had laid a fire but not lit it.
“I should not be chilled,” he mused. “I’ve just hefted an ax for the first time in several years, but I find I am a trifle cold.”
Unusual, Anna thought, as she herself was not cold, and she hadn’t split wood, but then, the earl had gotten wet tending to his horse and Anna was quite dry. She’d found flint and steel in the wood box, thank heavens, or the earl would have had to get another soaking just as his clothing was drying.
“I’ll light your fire,” Anna said, missing entirely the smile her comment engendered on the earl’s face.
“And I will forage for a piece of marzipan.”
“There should be plenty,” Anna said from the hearth, “and some lemonade, though it isn’t likely very cold.”
He found the marzipan, taking two pieces, and then the lemonade.
“So where should we sleep?” he asked, glancing around the room as he chomped on his candy.
“At home, I hope.”
The earl gave her a quelling look. “I did not plan this weather.”
“No, you did not, but if we stay here alone overnight, my reputation will be in tatters.”
“And you still would not marry me?”
“England is a big place. A tattered reputation in London can easily be mended in Manchester.”
“You would flee?”
“I would have to.”
“I would not allow that, Anna.” The earl frowned at her as he spoke. “If you come to harm as a result of this situation, you will permit me to provide for you.”
