But Justin felt so damn good about claiming Clarry in broad daylight that he hadn’t thought to moderate his words. He still fumed over coming second to his brother. But at least his brother had never laid a finger, or anything else, on his future wife. Clarry ignored him and stared at her clasped fingers. After a long painful moment, Justin cleared his throat. “I should show you to your chamber and then fetch Miss Gainsford. My aunt will likely see to your needs. Be sure to consult her before approaching the duchess.” As Clarry nodded without looking up, Justin cursed himself for a fool. How could he expect that one moment of bliss could make any difference to his future? He held out his hand to pull Clarry up, and eventually she placed her hand in his. Justin tugged her to her feet, cast a critical eye over her attire and deemed her ruined beyond all hope of repair. Well, there was no chance of correcting matters until they reached her new bedchamber. So, he tugged her against his side and led her out into the hallway.
