His Lady Bride (Brothers In Arms) - Plot & Excerpts
Conversation had been sparse, except for his Irish friend’s attempts to wheedle a smile or two out of him and Drake.Nothing made him want to smile now.Without a doubt, he should have held his tongue with Gwenyth. She did only as other women in laying with a husband to secure a future. ’Twas his foolishness for wishing more of her, of their marriage. Mayhap he could have borne it if not for her lie of love. He abhorred lies. Worse, he foolishly wanted to believe she truly cared, and evidence to the contrary had roused his anger—and something that felt suspiciously like hurt or betrayal.He frowned. Mayhap marriage had made him soft, made mush of his mind. Or mayhap Gwenyth held the kind of dark powers the people of Penhurst had once believed he possessed—the power to bewitch.Or perhaps he loved her.Aric drew in a sharp breath as the truth sank into him. He had hit upon his trouble. Somewhere in the past few months, he had given his heart to the irksome, ill-tempered, warm, wonderful minx he called wife.God help him.No wonder he had been unable to accept the barter of her body for his wealth.
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