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Secrets of A Wedding Night
Secrets of A Wedding Night
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CHAPTER 1
A quarter hour later, Lily made her way down the main
hallway, past the tattered carpets she couldn’t afford to re-
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She swept toward him, meeting his eyes, and his anger
seemed to diffuse a bit. His shoulders settled and his stance
became less rigid.
“Lord Colton.” She curtsied and her dark skirts pooled
around her ankles. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your
visit? I haven’t seen you in—what’s it been—three years?
Four?”
Leopold trotted past—affording Lord Colton with a dis-
tinctive growl indicative of the strained relationship they
had shared in the past—before taking up residence on his
favorite cushion in the corner.
Lily hid her smile and offered her hand to the marquis.
When he touched her small, cold fingers with his strong,
warm ones, a frisson of awareness skittered up Lily’s spine.
He bowed. There was that breeding again.
“Four years, perhaps,” he answered. “And whether or
not this visit is pleasurable remains to be seen, my lady.”
His voice seemed to seek out some sensitive place along
her nerves and thrum a thrilling tune. Deep, masculine,
and oh-so-powerful was Lord Colton’s voice. And confi-
dent. She mustn’t forget confident.
Pulling her hand away from his unsettling touch, Lily
crossed her arms over her chest and drummed her finger-
tips along her elbows. Four years? It had been nearly five
and he knew it.
They both knew it.
“How did you find me, my lord? Seems the last time
you were expected to pay me a visit, you lost your way.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “It was quite simple, really. I
merely followed the trail of men to your door. Rumor has it
your butler has had to beat away your suitors with a stick.
When he can stay awake, that is.”
Lily gritted her teeth. “It’s indelicate of you to mention
Evans’s unfortunate condition, but I suppose I should ex-
pect no more of you. I also employ a maid who cannot
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remember her name from one moment to the next. Not all
households can be as illustrious as yours, now can they?”
His only reply was a smirk. So much for that good
breeding.
“But now that I think upon it, it is a fine idea,” Lily con-
tinued. “I shall have to ask Evans to fetch a stick. It’s unfor-
tunate he didn’t have one before you arrived.”
Leopold’s ears perked and Lily shook her head, assur-
ing the dog there was, in fact, no stick to be had. He
slumped back onto his cushion and closed his eyes.
Lord Colton’s smile was tight. “I am not a suitor, and I
assure you, your butler would need more than a stick to
keep me from my mission today.”
“Mission? My, it sounds dire. But please, be quick about
it. I’m quite busy of late, planning Annie’s debut.” And
keeping the creditors at bay, she thought with a grimace.
His face registered only mild surprise. “Annie? That
little imp is eighteen already?”
Lily nodded. No doubt he recalled how a thirteen-year-
old Annie used to hide behind the banister at the top of the
staircase in their parents’ house and giggle when Colton
would come to pay a call on Lily.
She shook her head. That was all a long time ago. A
very long time ago.
Colton’s voice held a note of sarcasm. “No doubt your
sister will be as sought after as you are.”
Lily shrugged. “Annie doesn’t know the dangers that
await her in the marriage mart, but her heart remains set
upon a debut and I would do anything to make her happy.”
Lily waved a hand in the air, dismissing the subject. She
rang for Evans. “Would you care for some tea, my lord?”
she asked in a deceptively sweet voice.
“No, thank you.”
Lily sighed. Lord Colton’s dark eyes tracked her every
move. They seemed omniscient, as if he knew her secrets.
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Could he tell how relieved she was that he’d refused the
tea? Cream and sugar were as precious as gold.
“I’d prefer a brandy,” he quickly added.
“It’s half two,” she replied with a disapproving stare.
And brandy isn’t cheap either.
His hooded eyes showed no emotion. “Your point?”
The muscles in Lily’s cheeks ached from keeping the
fake smile plastered to her face. She let the smile fade and
turned to the sideboard where she splashed only a bit of
brandy into a glass for Lord Colton. The man was exactly
like her father, a drinker and a gambler.
And she’d known no one as useless as her father.
“I see in addition to your renowned gambling and your
rakishness, you’ve also turned to the bottle. Are you try-
ing for all seven of the deadly sins?”
His voice was calm. “And I see in addition to your re-
nowned flirtations and your fickleness, your skills as a
hostess leave much to be desired.”
Hmm. Well-played.
Smile firmly in place, she turned back to begrudgingly
hand Lord Colton his drink. His gaze flicked to Leopold.
“I see you’ve still got your mongrel.”
Leopold lifted a floppy ear and growled again.
Lily stiffened her spine. “I would never part with my
Leo.”
Lord Colton smiled a smile that made Lily wonder why
it was so hot in the salon of a sudden. Some dark emotion
kindled in his eyes. “You never could resist a stray.”
Lily gave Colton a blatant once-over. Oh, no, they
weren’t talking about Leo anymore. She delicately cleared
her throat. “Do tell me, what brings you here this after-
noon?”
He waited for her to sit first, of course, before taking
his place in the chair across from her. His size made the
piece look like doll furniture. Her gaze traveled from the
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She kept her eyes downcast and dropped only one costly
lump of sugar into her teacup. She stirred slowly, set the
tiny silver spoon aside, and raised her chin to stare him in
the eye.
“Me?” she asked in a falsely shocked voice.
“Yes, everyone knows you and Viscount Medford are
thick as thieves. He’s been known to publish that sort of
drivel.”
“Keeping track of my friendships, are you, my lord?”
“Only when it affects me, my lady.”
She clucked her tongue. “Ghastly thing, gossip.”
“Well?” His voice held an edge.
This called for an innocent look, and Lily just so hap-
pened to have perfected an innocent look. “What are you
asking, my lord?” Positively saintly.
His black eyebrow arched, his gaze pinning her in a
way that made her teacup shake a bit on the saucer. Drat!
She hastily set the cup on the table and snatched her hands
away.
“Did you write it?” He drew out the words slowly. His
deep voice echoed off the salon’s aging wallpaper.
“My, my, my, Lord Colton.” Thank heavens she’d also
perfected tinkling laughter. “I must say you’re the very first
person to come out and ask me.” Disconcerting. Most dis-
concerting.
“Did. You. Write. It?” he repeated, sounding like a man
who was used to having his questions answered the first
time.
Lily retrieved her teacup and took a tiny sip. Ah, yes.
This was one of the reasons it hadn’t worked between the
two of them— one of the many reasons. “I’d forgotten you
were this direct. Direct, domineering, and completely used
to getting your way. Tiresome qualities in a man.”
He set his glass aside and snapped the leather riding
gloves he still held in his hand. “I won’t ask a third time,”
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