Page 58 of Love ad Lib
‘I hope you don’t take offence, as that is not my intention…’
Bloody hell. She knew the necklace was a step too far.
‘And I never want to make you feel uncomfortable—’
Her hand moved to her throat. ‘Sorry, I’ll take it off.’
‘What?’
‘The necklace.’
He raised his hand. ‘What? No, please. It’s fine. That’s not—’
‘What should I change? I’m sorry, I thought I’d pitched it right.’
‘Don’t change anything.’
‘Then what’s wrong?’
Henry gazed at her in confusion. ‘Nothing.’
‘Then why would you be about say something that would make me feel uncomfortable?’
He let out a breath, looking as agitated as she felt.
‘Libby, you look lovely.’
‘Oh.’ Relief flooded her veins. ‘Was that what you thought would offend me?’
‘I take the contract between us extremely seriously.’
God, thatbloodycontract. She wanted to rip it to shreds.
‘And my intentions remain, as ever, honourable.’
Of course they do.
‘I just wanted to try and put you at ease, and reassure you politely, that—’
‘Henry,’ she interrupted.
‘Yes?’
‘Go and change.’
He nodded and entered the bedroom.
Libby let out a sigh and went to the end of the corridor. The Manor was on the very edge of Foxbrooke village, with the parkland extending on the other side. It was a bucolic dream, with gently sloping hills, stands of ancient oak trees and a lake glinting in the distance. This was a world for Elizabeth Bennet, not Libby Fletcher. Luckily, she knew how to talk to people… and more importantly, how to listen. She would draw conversation out of everyone she met and deflect attention from herself.
The door to their room opened and Henry stepped out.
Libby bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself drooling, wishing she could be biting into something taut, delectable and dressed in an impeccably tailored suit.
She strolled towards him, a frown on her face. ‘Henry…’
‘Yes?’ He looked panicked, and she tried not to grin.
‘I hope you don’t take offence, as that is not my intention…’
