have to worry about where Reg is concerned is me. As your husband he is off-limits, as far as I am concerned. I've never even made one of my heroes look like him. Ewww! Creepy. Now, kisses for the children, remember?'
'It's done,' Savannah replied. 'Night, darling. See you next month.'
'Good night, Sava,' Emily said, and hung up. She was actually relieved that Lord Palmer would be up in London while she was staying with Savannah. The last time she had been at the manor he had come into her room, and then pretended he had made an error, being somewhat foxed, as he had so quaintly put it. But Emily had known her friend's husband knew exactly where he had been going. He was a hound dawg, to use an Americanism, she thought. Savannah probably knew it too, but she did love Reg and their children, and she loved being Lady Palmer, Baroness Tilbury. And Reg, even if given the opportunity, would never leave his wife. In his way he loved her too.
She had entrapped him into seducing her back last spring so she might learn just what sex was all about. She hadn't planned on falling in love with Michael Devlin; nor had she even considered that he would fall in love with her. But she had fallen in love with him, and more than anything in the whole world Emily Shanski wanted Michael Devlin to be in love with her. She wanted a happily-ever-after, complete with a small but fancy wedding, a honeymoon, and two or three children. If her heroines could have it, why couldn't she? She had gotten him into bed. Now could she get him to the altar?
The telephone rang and, surprised, she picked it up.
'Emily, it's Aaron. I've been trying to get you for hours,' he said dramatically.
'Aaron, welcome home! How was Italy? How was Capri?' she asked him.
'Tuscany was heaven. Capri overrated. Too many pretty boys. Dancing, dancing, dancing, and drinking twenty- fourIseven. We were supposed to stay a week, but we left after two days. Kirk was right,' Aaron Fischer said. 'But the Blue Grotto was divine! Now, how is the book coming, and are you getting along with Michael Devlin? You seemed to be content before we left.'
'We're lovers,' Emily heard herself say.
There was a long pause, and then Aaron said, 'Is that wise, sweetheart? I mean, this kind of a relationship between an author and editor has always been a forbidden kind of thing. What happens when it's over? Will you be able to work with each other? And how will you explain it if you can't?'
'Rina says he's in love with me, and Aaron, I am in love with him. Don't I get to be happy too?' Emily asked softly.
'Rina! I should have known! The busybody of the Western world! Don't listen to my sister, Emily. She has no touch with reality.'
'The book is three-quarters done,' Emily told him. 'It will be in on time. I'm going to England next month for a week. I'll be down at Barrow seeing Sava.'
Aaron Fischer sighed audibly. 'So you don't like my concern,' he said. 'Sue me. I promised Emily O when I took you on as a client that I would look after you like a daughter, if I had a daughter. I reiterated that promise just before she died. What kind of a father would I be if I weren't concerned? Michael Devlin is charming, and he's a wonderful, talented editor. But he has never shown any inclination to settle down. If you understand that and can live with it, then so be it.'
'It isn't just the sex, Aaron,' she began. 'We get on together. We like the same things, laugh at the same jokes, and he loves my cooking.'
'Everyone loves your cooking,' Aaron replied. 'I can't believe that Mick was so cavalier as to seduce you. I thought he was more professional.'
'I seduced him, Aaron. He did try to resist, but I was determined,' Emily said.
'Oy vay!' her agent replied. 'Well, if nothing else, the misery you're going to find when this madness is over will hopefully translate into even better writing.'
Emily laughed. 'You really are a wretch, Aaron. But what if he decides it's time to settle down, and he wants to marry me?'
'If Michael Devlin asks you to marry him, sweetheart, then I will walk you down the aisle at St. Anne's and give you away,' Aaron Fischer said. 'So maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing,' he reasoned. 'Now, I just called to see that you were all right, and to tell you that tomorrow I will make an appointment with J. P. Woods for a little negotiation session. E-mail me what you've written so far so I can read it before we meet.'
'First thing in the morning, Aaron. And Aaron-no one in the business knows except you and Sava. I don't want Devlin embarrassed by any gossip.'
Aaron chuckled wisely. 'So having seduced him, you are now setting about to stalk him and get him to the altar,' he said. 'Well, good hunting, sweetheart. I'll call you in a few days and fill you in on what's happening. Good night.'
'Night, Aaron. Say hi to Kirk for me.' Emily hung up the phone. Then, locking up the house, she went upstairs to bed. She wasn't going to stalk Devlin. No. She was going to run him to the ground and hog-tie him. It was time they were both married.
Chapter 7
'What will happen to me when you have finished the book?' Justin Trahern, the Duke of Malincourt, asked his creator. They were standing in his library.
'Why, Trahern, you'll be immortalized forever,' Emily told him.
'You really ought to write another book about Malincourt,' he said. 'Am I not the most fascinating and interesting hero you have ever created, dear girl?'
'Well, you are certainly the most arrogant.' Emily laughed.
'You are a magnificent duchess, madam,' he remarked.
'I have given you a duchess worthy of you, my lord,' Emily said. 'Caro is the perfect woman for you. To please you I made her look like me, as I have made you look like Michael Devlin. But you are not Devlin, and I am not Caro.'
'You are Caro when you are in my arms,' he replied wickedly. 'How else could you know the emotions she feels, dear girl?' Reaching out, he took her hand in his and drew her toward him. 'Tell me where you go when you disappear from Malincourt, madam? I do not believe it is to a lover, for your own sense of honor is too great.' He wrapped strong arms about her and looked down into her small heart-shaped face.
'My lord, do not ask, I beg you, and allow me to do what I must,' the duchess said breathlessly. 'I do not cuckold you, and with that you must be content.' The feel of his hard body against hers was intoxicating. She wanted to remain safe in his arms forever. If only she could, but it was not to be. She had yet to wreak her full revenge on those who had first dishonored her mother and then murdered her. And her aunts. Especially her beloved youngest aunt, Louisa.
The duchess pressed herself against her husband's broad and comforting chest. He did not know of that summer three years ago when she and her mother had visited her grandparents in France. Her father, the Earl of