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He smiled that wickedly intimate smile of his.

“I want you here, exactly as you are now.”

Anne gasped. “But—you are to sail! You told me you must meet your ship! Your home is in France!”

All the time she spoke, Edouard kept shaking his head slowly side to side. “My home is here, my love. Here with you and our sons. I meet the ship to collect all that my factor has sent from my estates. How could you believe that I would wed and then leave you?”

Anne gave no answer, for she was speechless. Speechless and terrified.

Even the concern evident in his words did nothing to reassure her. “It is small wonder you are surprised,” he said, “but I never realized you had so misunderstood me. Are you not happy that I am returning soon, my sweet?”

Returning? Ob, mercy. What now?