Darcy asked softly. He and Elizabeth tarried in the common room. The Josephs tended their child in the room the couple shared with the Darcys. Elizabeth glanced toward the stairs. “It seems that Mrs. Joseph should have the bed.” Darcy frowned. “In principle, I agree, but my concern for your health outweighs my reason. You, too, should share the bed with Mrs. Joseph. The lady’s husband and I can make do with the bedding.” Elizabeth slid her hand into his. “I no longer believe that I can sleep without your arms about me, Fitzwilliam. It’s one of the reasons I chose to travel to Northumberland. The prospect of more than a week alone at Pemberley would have never done.” Darcy thought of how long it had taken to convince his wife to accompany him, but he said nothing to contradict her. “I’m bereft of your closeness when you’re not within my sight.” He stroked her palm with his fingertips. “Then allow me to lie beside the man I love,” Elizabeth whispered. When she said such things, his wife enflamed his desire, but nothing would happen this evening.
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