Lord Deverill's Heir, Catherine Coulter [the best motivational books .TXT] 📗

ally in your husband. Also he tells me that he will wash your hair for you if you are obedient.” He passed the palm of his hand over her cool forehead. “Yes indeed, there can be no finer physician in the county.” Dr. Branyon and Lady Ann left the earl’s bedchamber, arm in arm.

“Now, do you swear you will always trust me?” She gave him a long assessing look. Slowly, she pulled him down to her and whispered in his ear, “Did I tell you about the second letter, Justin?”

He could but stare at her. “You little tease, by God but that was well done. My heart had plummeted to my toes. Promise me, Arabella. There is no second anything, is there?”

“No,” she said and laughed. Her shoulder had been paining her, but her laughter had made it feel better.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “When we are not yelling at each other, do you think we could laugh together?”

“I should like that very much,” she said. “It hurts my shoulder to pull you down to me. Could you come to me willingly now?” He did, kissing her until she was breathing rapidly and her eyes were vague. He lightly laid his palm over her breast. Her heartbeat was quite fast. He grinned down at her. Between small nipping kisses, he said,

“Life is really very nice, isn’t it?”