Unless, of course, she was just mortified by the bed’s shabby state. But considering they’d been through most every shabby room in the entire shabby house, he doubted an old piece of furniture could shock her now.
She ventured farther into the bedchamber, her head tilting back to examine the beamed ceiling coated in peeling white paint. “It’s very…interesting,” she said politely.
"I believe it's the ceiling of the original great hall, retained when the floor and fireplace were added some years later.”
“Fascinating.” After glancing around a bit more, she pointed to an open door across the chamber. “Where does that lead?”
“An attached sitting room. And over here, in this corner, that door leads to a smaller chamber I was thinking could be your dressing room.”
Her lips curved in a smile. “That sounds…quite…” She broke off amidst a violent yawn. Her third in the past ten minutes.
“You’re tired. Would you like me to take you home?”
“No, I can’t leave yet. I need to…” She bit her lip. “Um, see the other bedrooms.”
“All right.” Ford suspected she’d been about to say something different, but any inclination to remain had to be, in his estimation, a very good sign. It had been a gamble revealing to Violet the full extent of the repairs this house needed. Most women would run in the other direction.
But as he well knew, Violet wasn’t most women.
And he could think of no other way to show her what she would be giving up by refusing him. Not only his love, but the home they would make together. The library he’d build for her in the space currently occupied by his study, where she would someday write her book. The enormous dining room—two rooms he was planning to join together—where their big families could gather for Christmas dinner each year. The nursery where their babies would sleep, and extra bedrooms they could move into as they grew older.
Their whole lives together, here in this house.
When he looked around the place now, he didn’t see decay and neglect. All he saw were years of love and happiness ahead of them.
Could Violet see it, too?
When he noticed her stifling another yawn, he took her elbow. “At least lie down for a few minutes,” he said, steering her toward the bed.
“Oh, I couldn’t.” Dragging her feet, she eyed the four-poster with trepidation.
“Of course you can. There’s nothing improper about it if I’m not in the bed with you. I won’t even pull down the covers—don’t think of it as a bed, think of it as a handy horizontal surface for resting. Here…” Relinquishing her arm, he dashed to the sitting room.
“Ha!” she called after him. “There’s nothing that isn’t improper about this!”
Returning with a scarred wooden chair, he set it next to the bed and sat on it. “See? I shall sit right here—at a safe distance—while you rest. Please. Otherwise I fear you’ll tumble over.”
When she still didn’t move, he rose and went to her. Ignoring her noise of protest, he lifted her easily into his arms and deposited her on the bed, then pulled off her shoes. She made more noises. But she didn’t get up.
“There,” he said, reseating himself. “Isn’t that more comfortable?” She snorted. He grinned. “Now imagine how comfortable it will be after all of the improvements. Refinished oak, a fresh mattress, new bedhangings—do you like blue?”
“Ford,” she said, her voice suddenly serious. Her fingers toyed with the end of her plait. “How will you pay for all of this? Even with my dowry—”
“I’m going to turn the estate around,” he rushed to assure her. “My financial position isn’t stellar; that much is true. But nor is it dire. If I pour all my funds into the estate instead of my research, I can make it productive again.” Raking a hand through his hair, he rose from the chair again and paced. “I’m afraid, love, that we won’t be able to fix up the whole house right away. We’ll finish the exterior and our bedchamber first, then the main living rooms. And once the estate is turning a profit, we’ll be able to pay for the rest. But, Violet—”
He turned and knelt beside the bed. Reaching for her hand, he captured her gaze. In the dim, flickering light, her eyes behind her spectacles looked as dark and fathomless as the night sky.
“Violet, no matter what happens, I will never take your inheritance from you. Not a penny of it. Not ever. You have my word.”
Something in those beautiful eyes softened. Shifting onto her side to face him, she set aside her spectacles before lifting her hand to his cheek. Fingertips grazed his jaw so delicately he felt their warmth more than their touch. “Thank you for saying that,” she breathed.
Then her hand curled around the back of his neck and dragged his head to hers, and their lips met with an intensity he’d never felt from her before. Or from anyone. Burying her hands in his hair, she rolled onto her back, urging him onto the bed with her.
He hadn’t the strength to resist that wordless invitation. Though he’d promised not to touch her, he went. He was touching her already, after all—and she had touched him first.
To lie on a bed with his love was a dream come true, even though they were both fully clothed. He molded the length of his body to hers, feeling fire everywhere they made contact, every nerve he possessed buzzing with overwhelming sensation. Still, he wanted to be even closer, wanted nothing between them, not even a single particle of air. His arms burrowed beneath her, enfolding her, holding her to him as hard as he could while he kissed them both senseless.
A long time later, they finally calmed, then stilled. Lying side by side, facing each other, their ragged breathing was the only sound Ford could hear over the blood pounding in his ears. For a moment, he just
