“Come to the country. You give me six weeks. Until Parliament is back in session.” She turned back to the candles. “What is this, some grand plan to woo me again? As though we are in some kind of romantic novel?” Yes. He was smart enough to stay quiet. “We’re not in a romantic novel, Haven. This is not a love story.” “Because you are in one with your American?” “Because I’ve no desire to be in one. Ever again.” Again. He would think on that word another time. Cling to it. “Fine,” he replied. “But you are in a marriage with me, and you vowed to obey.” She leveled him with a look. “And you vowed
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