little money I have," Devin growled. "Everyone has been kind enough to remind me of it. Certainly marriage would solve that problem. But then I would have a wife."
"A minor inconvenience, surely." Leona waved her hand airily, dismissing the problem. "Many men have wives, and one would scarcely know it. Send the boring little colonial off to Darkwater and let her live there. No doubt she will be quite happy living there— she's spent her whole life in a backwater, after all. She wants to be Lady Ravenscar, and she will have that. She will have her little 'domain,' and the poor naive creature will probably think she is living the life of the Ton. Heavens, Dev, I doubt she would be able to live anywhere except immured at Darkwater. She probably can't keep up a minute's conversation on any topic but housekeeping or some such thing, and she would be lost trying to determine what to do with an oyster fork. Can you imagine taking the chit out into Society? Let your mother take her to Darkwater and oversee her education."
"Perhaps that is not the life she imagines," Devin pointed out. He stood up abruptly, setting Leona aside. "What if she wants to live in London and foist herself on Society in all her rustic glory?" Devin asked. "Am I to endure my wife making a laughingstock of the Aincourt name?"
"Don't be absurd. What will it matter what she wants? Once you are married to her, her money is yours. You are her husband, her lord and master. She will do as you say."
"Mmm. No doubt just as you do what your lord and master says."
"How absurd—to compare me with a fur trapper's daughter." Leona laughed, her rather short upper lip pulling back charmingly over white, even teeth. "Really, Dev, you make me laugh."
"I am glad you find it so amusing," Devin replied sourly. "I thought you, of all people, would not urge me to marry this chit. Does it bother you not at all to think of my having a wife? Of my bedding her and producing heirs?"
"Really, Dev, don't be so plebian. Your getting a few puling brats on some insipid cow has nothing to do with us. What could it possibly matter?" She went to him, sliding her arms about his waist and leaning her head upon his chest. “I can remember more than once when you have had another woman...even at the same time. As I remember, we both found that rather stimulating."
"It was a different matter altogether," he said gruffly, his mind involuntarily going back to the debauched evening she had mentioned. His loins stirred at the memory. "I did not marry the other woman. I had no obligation to her, no ties beyond money."
"And what binds you to this one besides money?" Leona returned. She slid her hands down the small of his back and onto his buttocks, digging in with her fingertips. "Come, enough talk. I think it is time for my surprise, don't you?"
He bent and kissed her in agreement Leona slipped out of his arms and went to the door. She opened it and stuck her head out, then came back in. A moment later, a figure wrapped in a hooded cloak entered the room. The person was small; he assumed from the stature that it was a woman. The only other noticeable thing about her was that her dainty feet were small, tanned and bare.
As he was taking in this unusual fact, Leona closed and locked the door into the hall and came back to Devin. She took his hand and led him to the bed. Taking off their shoes, they climbed onto the high bed, where Leona directed him to he on his side. She snuggled up behind him, propping herself up on her elbow so that she could see.
The cloaked woman padded over to the side of the bed, taking up a place a few feet away from them. She untied the cloak and pulled it off, revealing herself as a small dark woman dressed in a brief top that covered only her breasts and loose trousers made of gauzy material that gathered at her ankles. Slender gold chains hung at her bare waist and around her neck, and looped across the narrow top. Tiny bells hung in a row around the hem of the
"A minor inconvenience, surely." Leona waved her hand airily, dismissing the problem. "Many men have wives, and one would scarcely know it. Send the boring little colonial off to Darkwater and let her live there. No doubt she will be quite happy living there— she's spent her whole life in a backwater, after all. She wants to be Lady Ravenscar, and she will have that. She will have her little 'domain,' and the poor naive creature will probably think she is living the life of the Ton. Heavens, Dev, I doubt she would be able to live anywhere except immured at Darkwater. She probably can't keep up a minute's conversation on any topic but housekeeping or some such thing, and she would be lost trying to determine what to do with an oyster fork. Can you imagine taking the chit out into Society? Let your mother take her to Darkwater and oversee her education."
"Perhaps that is not the life she imagines," Devin pointed out. He stood up abruptly, setting Leona aside. "What if she wants to live in London and foist herself on Society in all her rustic glory?" Devin asked. "Am I to endure my wife making a laughingstock of the Aincourt name?"
"Don't be absurd. What will it matter what she wants? Once you are married to her, her money is yours. You are her husband, her lord and master. She will do as you say."
"Mmm. No doubt just as you do what your lord and master says."
"How absurd—to compare me with a fur trapper's daughter." Leona laughed, her rather short upper lip pulling back charmingly over white, even teeth. "Really, Dev, you make me laugh."
"I am glad you find it so amusing," Devin replied sourly. "I thought you, of all people, would not urge me to marry this chit. Does it bother you not at all to think of my having a wife? Of my bedding her and producing heirs?"
"Really, Dev, don't be so plebian. Your getting a few puling brats on some insipid cow has nothing to do with us. What could it possibly matter?" She went to him, sliding her arms about his waist and leaning her head upon his chest. “I can remember more than once when you have had another woman...even at the same time. As I remember, we both found that rather stimulating."
"It was a different matter altogether," he said gruffly, his mind involuntarily going back to the debauched evening she had mentioned. His loins stirred at the memory. "I did not marry the other woman. I had no obligation to her, no ties beyond money."
"And what binds you to this one besides money?" Leona returned. She slid her hands down the small of his back and onto his buttocks, digging in with her fingertips. "Come, enough talk. I think it is time for my surprise, don't you?"
He bent and kissed her in agreement Leona slipped out of his arms and went to the door. She opened it and stuck her head out, then came back in. A moment later, a figure wrapped in a hooded cloak entered the room. The person was small; he assumed from the stature that it was a woman. The only other noticeable thing about her was that her dainty feet were small, tanned and bare.
As he was taking in this unusual fact, Leona closed and locked the door into the hall and came back to Devin. She took his hand and led him to the bed. Taking off their shoes, they climbed onto the high bed, where Leona directed him to he on his side. She snuggled up behind him, propping herself up on her elbow so that she could see.
The cloaked woman padded over to the side of the bed, taking up a place a few feet away from them. She untied the cloak and pulled it off, revealing herself as a small dark woman dressed in a brief top that covered only her breasts and loose trousers made of gauzy material that gathered at her ankles. Slender gold chains hung at her bare waist and around her neck, and looped across the narrow top. Tiny bells hung in a row around the hem of the
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