A Bride for the Prizefighter - Alice Coldbreath Page 0,87

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“I should take you to town,” he said suddenly. “One day soon. We could take in the sights. Eat a meal at a fancy hotel, do some shopping, maybe even a show.”

Mina was so surprised she nearly dropped her stocking. “Which town?” She wondered if he meant St Ives.

“Exeter,” he answered, pulling on his breeches. “Or maybe London.”

“You have business there?”

“No,” he said. “It would be for pleasure, not business.”

Pleasure? Mina’s breathing came faster. He would take her there for pleasure? Or did he mean it would be a pleasure to take her? She hardly dared look at him. It seemed a very intimate thing to be dressing together like this. She slid her plain garters on and reached for one of her petticoats.

“Would you like that, Mina?” his voice was husky and sent a shiver down Mina’s spine. She glanced at him to find him knotting a kerchief about his tanned throat.

“Yes, I would,” she admitted softly and saw by the gleam in his eye that he was pleased by her words. “But that would mean several days away from the inn,” she pointed out. “Is that an easy thing to arrange?” Suddenly, she remembered Ivy’s defection and suffered a pang. They would not be going away anytime soon.

“You let me worry about that.” He drew on his black waistcoat and reached for his boots.

“Do you have any mending you need doing?” she asked on impulse, feeling herself blush and wishing she could control her reactions to him.

“Very wifely,” he said, and Mina lowered her eyes, feeling suddenly rather shy.

“Where do you keep the rest of your things? There’s barely any of your effects in here,” she pointed out, glad to think of a distraction.

Nye seemed to consider this as he fastened his cuffs. “Here and there. I’ve a trunk in the stable,” he said with a shrug. “There’s a bunk in there too. I used to doss down in there for an hour here and there where I could snatch it.”

“I see,” Mina answered, though she didn’t really. Why would he sleep in the stable? It made no sense to her.

As though aware of her thoughts, Nye looked up from tying his bootlace. “I know you’ve seen precious little evidence, but I really am a bad sleeper,” he said. “I can never usually snatch more than a catnap.” He frowned. “For some reason, when I’m around you…” He left the rest of the sentence unspoken.

“You get unbroken sleep at my side?” she said with surprise. She wondered if his poor sleep pattern might be because he always had to rise in the early hours to meet unsanctioned ships.

“I don’t know why,” he said, as though he’d heard her unspoken thoughts. “But yes.” He straightened up. His gaze flickering over her. Mina suddenly realized she must look a sight still half-dressed and all beneath her nightgown. The petticoat was flaring out, giving it a very strange silhouette. “Soon you won’t hide yourself from me, Mina,” he said. “There won’t be any point.”

She made no reply to this, indeed what could she say? He took a deep breath in and then out again. “You can help Edna get the place ready for Wednesday,” he said this in the manner of one making a great concession. Mina looked up quickly. “They’ll start arriving Tuesday, maybe even as early as tonight. We’ll want all the rooms made ready and the bunks in the stable.”

She nodded, wide-eyed, pleased to be making progress. “You could bring your own things in, that would free another bunk,” she heard herself say rather breathlessly.

He paused a moment before answering. “You want me to do that?” There was a heavier significance to his words, that she did not want to examine too closely.

“Of course. A husband’s place is by his wife’s side,” she said primly. “A stable is for horses.”

He gave her a crooked smile that said he knew full well she had just told him he was welcome in her bed.

16

Mina had thought it was unlikely Ivy’s flight would be discovered before the afternoon, but she was proved wrong in this respect. She was taking a break from stripping the rooms and pouring tea in the kitchen when Edna appeared flushed and distrait.

“Oh, Mrs. Nye!” she said, wringing her hands. “You’ll ne’er believe what that wicked girl has gone and done! And us expecting a regular swarm to descend on us any minute!”

“What is it Edna?” she asked in a steady voice as she poured a second