Once again his gaze drifted to Elizabeth. 'Yes, William. That's exactly what she is. Incredible.'
And the moment she awoke, he would begin convincing her she was just that. And that she belonged with him.
i
Chapter 27
Elizabeth came awake slowly, gradually becoming aware of her surroundings. A dull, relentless ache throbbed in her shoulder, but it was a vast improvement over the inferno that she recalled burning there earlier. She breathed deeply and the savory aroma of something delicious cooking filled her nostrils. Her stomach instantly tightened with hunger.
She lifted her eyelids. Gentle shafts of sunlight lit the room, arcing over the beamed ceiling. Birdcalls twittered faintly in the distance.
'Elizabeth.'
She slowly turned her head toward his voice, wincing at the pull on her shoulder. He sat next to where she lay, his elbows resting on his spread knees, his hands clasped between them.
Stubble shadowed his jaw, lending him the look of a dark angel. His hair was pushed haphazardly back from his forehead as if he'd raked his fingers through it a dozen times. He looked rumpled and tired yet incredibly strong and solid.
And so very worried. Hoping to erase the concern in his eyes, she forced a tiny smile to her lips. 'Austin.'
A breath whooshed from his lungs and he closed his eyes for a brief second. Reaching out a visibly shaking hand he gently touched her cheek. 'How do you feel?'
She thought for a moment. 'My shoulder hurts. I'm very thirsty, and whatever that delicious smell is has my stomach growling.'
His tense features relaxed. 'I'll get you something to eat and drink, then give you some laudanum for the pain.' He stood and her gaze followed him around the room, watching him pour water from a metal pitcher into a thick cup.
Returning to her side, he very gently helped her sit partially up, stuffing several pillows behind her. Dear God it felt so good to have his hands on her, even if the touch was given solely for caregiving purposes.
Once she was settled he held the cup to her lips. She drained it three times before the dryness in her throat finally abated.
'More?' he asked.
'No, thank you.'
'Would you like some broth? Claudine made it early this morning.'
Her stomach rumbled but she said 'Later. First I need to speak with you.'
'Of course.'
He sat in the straight-backed wooden chair and she wondered if he'd spent the entire night sitting on its hard surface. She suspected he had for it looked as if he hadn't slept at all.
'How is the child?' she asked anxiously.
'She's fine, Elizabeth. Her name is Josette. She and Claudine are outside. William is with them.'
'William? Then he's-'
'Here. Alive. And well.'
'How-'
'I know you have questions, and I shall tell you everything you don't already know, but first there is something I must say to you.'
Reaching out, he took her hand pressing her palm between both of his. His expression was so grave, so intense, her insides cramped with apprehension.
'I've come to a decision, Elizabeth.'
'Decision?'
He gazed into her eyes, then shook his head. 'Bloody hell, I've been waiting so long for you to wake up, so I could talk to you, and now that the moment is here, I don't know the words.'
Her throat constricted. As she well knew, there was no easy way to tell someone that you didn't want to remain married to them.
Releasing her hands, he leaned down. When he straightened, he held a dented bucket in his hands. 'I brought you something,' he said quietly. Reaching into the bucket, he pulled out a large, ripe strawberry.
Confused, she watched him hold the berry by its green stem. 'Do you remember our journey to London, after our wedding?' he asked, his gaze probing hers. She nodded mutely.
'You told me a story about the origin of strawberries, about a couple who was wonderfully happy, but then they argued. The wife walked away from her husband, not stopping until she saw the red ripe strawberries. When she ate them, her desire for him returned and she came back to him.' He held the berry to her lips. 'I want you to come back to me.'
Her heart slammed against her ribs. Dazed she bit the fruit, its sweetness surrounding her tongue. When she finished the strawberry, he placed the bucket on the floor.
Taking her hand he pressed a heated fervent kiss into her palm. 'God Elizabeth, when I thought you might die, everything inside me died right along with you. I realized at that moment that nothing,
'I cannot let you go,' he said his warm breath beating against her fingertips. 'I cannot allow you to return to America. If you leave, I'll simply follow you there. I won't annul our marriage. It doesn't matter if we don't have children. If you want, we'll adopt children. Dozens of them if that's what you want, but you will not bear another man's child. And I will not seek comfort in another woman's arms. If you do not want to share a bed with me, I shall accept your decision. The only thing that matters is that you stay with me. Do you understand?'
She couldn't have pushed a word past her bone-dry lips if her life depended upon it. She nodded.
'Good. Because there will be no further talk of ending our marriage.' His gaze blazed into hers, heated intense, and deadly serious. 'I love you,' he whispered. 'Totally. And I'll take you on any terms. My heart is yours. Now and always.'
She stared at him, rendered speechless by his words. He loved her. In spite of everything, he still wanted her as his wife. Dear God what he was willing to give up… a real marriage, children. For her. Because he loved her. Hot tears flooded her eyes. How well she understood that depth of love, that willingness to give up everything for the person who held your heart in their hands.
It was exactly the way she felt about him.
'Austin,' she said, her voice shaking. 'You need to know, I never would have had a child with another man. Please, believe me. I desperately didn't want to end our marriage, but I couldn't ask you to accept me when I could no longer be a wife to you.'
He stilled. 'You lied to me?'
Trepidation skittered down her spine at his tone, but she plunged on. 'Yes. I lied. I wanted you to be free to have the sort of marriage you deserved. With a woman who would give you children. Annulling our marriage, having a child with someone else, claiming designs on your title-they were all fabrications. But please understand, I would have said anything-
The muscles in his throat worked convulsively. 'Those are almost the identical words William used last night about protecting Claudine.' He drew a deep breath. 'You're saying you said those things to force me to go on with my life. Without you.'
'Yes.'
'You lied to me.'
