If it hadn’t been for Frey he’d have terminated the association long ago. How different she was from Elizabeth, he thought, experiencing a mixture of guilt and revulsion. He loved his wife, every minute spent in her company was an agony of desire and he longed to recapture the earlier days of their loving. If he got her with child again she’d most surely die, as she almost had the first time. He just couldn’t risk it, not yet. Conscience churning as it always did, he pulled on his breeches and jacket, then fumbled in the pocket for some coins. Mary frowned when he threw her reward on the bed. “Frey has applied for a clerk’s position on the Marquis of Northbridge’s estate, My Lord. He’ll be needing a new suit of clothes if he’s taken on.” “If Frey wants anything he only has to ask. He knows that.” “And you know he won’t ask you for nothing.” Fisting her hands to her hips Mary’s voice rose. “Why can’t I have an allowance for him?” Thomas looked askance at her.
