their silly games. It would be easy enough to slip in unnoticed, once he'd decided how he was going to handle the situation.
In retrospect, he'd clearly been mistaken in thinking things could resolve at their own speed.
Instead of getting weaker, Adrian was growing stronger, and there were times when Etienne caught him looking at him with the same cool contempt he saw in Francis's eyes. It infuriated him.
He could blame all this on Miss Charlotte Spenser, a woman who'd never known her place, who had somehow managed to ensnare Adrian when Etienne had done his best to throw women of his own choosing at the man's head. Women who owed him a favor and would do what he told them to.
He took a deep breath. Indeed, it was most aggravating, and it would take days to handle this. He would have to kill them both, of course. Adrian because he slood in the way, Miss Spenser because there was always the remote possibility that she carried an heir.
An heir who would be just as much a bastard as he was. And yet, Etienne had no doubt Francis would contrive to allow his grandchild to inherit the title. His English cousin had had things his way for too long. The loss of a second heir would slow him down where age hadn't managed to.
And how it would gall him to know that Etienne would inherit everything. The pleasure in that was almost better than the inheritance itself. The smug bastard who'd always had everything that should have been Etienne's by right, who'd given back his French title and estates just in time to have them confiscated by the canaille. A man who'd done everything he could to snake sure Etienne was disliked. It would be revenge most sweet.
There were times when he wondered how he had come to this. He'd been a healer—Francis had paid for his medical training and bought him a surgery in Paris, a poor compensation for the title he'd stolen. But still, he'd spent decades helping people. Perhaps it would be tallied into the final reckoning, perhaps not. He wasn't sure he believed in anything after this life.
"I think she's pregnant," Lina said in a disconsolate voice. "And you know what a disaster that is."
"No," said Monty, "I don't. Babies are lovely, new life is divine. If you're worried about what society will think then that's a new experience for you. To hell with society."
"You're right, of course," Lina said, managing a smile. "I tell you what, why don't we move in here with you? Charlotte can have her baby, and we'll make our own odd little family."
"I get to be the mother" Monty said with a faint grin. "I'm not cut out to be a paterfamilias."
"Of course you are. You're very grand and controlling, like all good patriarchs are. You have to get better, though. No lolling about in bed like this. If we're going to have a baby we'll be very busy."
"I'll do my best. Of course, we haven't taken Rohan into account.”
"How did you know it was Rohan?" she asked. "You've been in bed for the last three weeks."
He looked affronted. "Do you think my servants don't report everything to me?"
"Everything?" she said.
"Everything. I do think Rohan might have other plans for Charlotte, my pet. But that doesn't mean I don't want you to move in here. You'll make a perfect mistress of Hensley Court. I've long imagined you here.”
"Bless you, sweetness. I'll marry you. I think we should do very well together. Sexual congress is really a great deal less important than people say."
"Sexual congress is really a great deal more important, my pet. You just haven't had anyone do you right."
"Fat lot you know," she said.
"I do. I know very well how men make love, and I can tell you don't So no, my sweet, I won't marry you. I don't think there'd be time even if I wanted to."
"There'll be all the time in the world," Lina said.
leaving the chair and climbing up onto the bed. curling up next to him.
"If you say so." His voice was faint. "But if, by any strange occurrence, I don't, I'll be very happy to think of you here. I think you should have many, many children."
She was already feeling close to tears, and at this they threatened to spill over. "I can't have children, Monty."
"I think the right man will give you many children.”
"Then I'll need to find the right man," she said with