Page 81 of A Rogue to Ruin
“However long it takes, the earldom will be Rafe’s. Of that I’m certain.”
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Rafe walked from his house on Upper Brook Street through Grosvenor Square to Colton’s house on Grosvenor Street near Bond Street, arriving at half past four. Since his claim had been submitted that morning, he’d received a flurry of invitations for the final events of the Season.
Wasn’t that what he’d wanted when he’d moved to Mayfair?
The butler admitted him into the foyer. “I’ll inform Lord Colton you’re here,” he said.
“And Miss Pemberton, if you would. Thank you.”
The butler passed Anne as she came into the entry hall, her steps light and her face breaking into a wide smile. “Finally!”
He couldn’t help but grin at her reaction to his arrival. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been looking forward to seeing her until that moment.
She didn’t stop coming toward him until she was close enough to touch his chest. “Did you come to walk in the park?”
“Among other things. Would it be all right if we spoke for a few minutes? In private?”
“Yes.” She led him into the library and closed the door behind them.
“Will we be disturbed?” he asked from the center of the room, where he turned to face her.
“Hopefully not, since I closed the door.”
“Well, I’ll be brief.” Which was too bad, because now that he was alone with her, he only wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her. Maybe lay her down on the settee and lift her skirts…
He reached into his coat and pulled out the small box he’d brought for her. She stopped before him, her gaze falling on the object in his hand. “This is for you,” he said.
She inhaled sharply before a smile teased her lips. “A betrothal ring?”
“No. Sorry to disappoint you. I haven’t had time to purchase one. Plus, I’d like to know what you want.”
“Whatever you choose.” She looked up at him. “And you could never disappoint me.”
Except he would. As soon as he told her the truth about his past, who he’d been and the things he’d done. But perhaps she would understand?
He hated the thought of telling her and not because of his feelings. She didn’t deserve the inevitable disappointment.
Still, he had to tell her, or Colton would. Rafe would have to do so before Sunday when their betrothal was made public by the reading of the banns. That way she could decide not to marry him if she so chose. His gut clenched at the thought of losing her. He realized if not for Colton, he would likely not tell her at all.
He would at least delay telling her. These days of living with joy for the first time since Eliza’s death were too heady to ruin. He’d do it on Friday. Or Saturday.
She took the box from him and opened the lid. The cameo he’d purchased at the Burlington Arcade nestled on a bed of ivory velvet. Her gaze lifted to his. “It’s beautiful. But if you didn’t have time to buy a betrothal ring, how did you have time to get this?”
“I bought it the day you didn’t meet me at Hatchard’s. When you didn’t come, I went into the Burlington Arcade across the street—it had just opened. I saw this and it reminded me of you, both the profile and the fact that it’s oyster shell. It’s actually Aphrodite.”
“Like the folly,” she whispered, tracing the goddess’s head with her fingertip, her lips parted. When her eyes met his once more, she blinked away a tear. “Thank you. I’m so sorryIdisappointed you that day.” She sniffed. “It’s the loveliest gift I’ve ever received. I can’t believe you bought it after I left you waiting. I’m so sorry. I wish we’d told each other our names. I would have sent you a message.” She edged closer to him. “I never would have let you go.”
Rafe cupped her face and lowered his head. She met his kiss with such a sweet and wild abandon that he moaned softly, deep in his throat. He clasped her lower back and slid his tongue along hers. She put one hand on the back of his neck, her fingers moving between his collar and flesh.
Afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop kissing her, touching her, he lifted his head. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’t like it. I love it. Here.” She handed him the box while she pinned the brooch onto the bodice of her pale blue gown. “How does it look?”
“Perfect. Like you.” He’d never seen anyone lovelier.
Never?
