His Mistress By Marriage
It was twilight when they drew to a halt at the crossroads. The engine of the hired car—which Gerald had accepted on sufferance, the model he'd set his heart on being unavail-able—idled sweetly. "Which way now, darling?' he asked, in the exaggeratedly polite tone Deborah knew was meant to show his impatience.
"Straight across,' she told him. "The village is half a mile or so further on.'
He engaged first gear and let in the clutch with unnecessary violence. His way of making it plain that he resented being forced to come.
But neither Deborah's mother, who had fallen and fractured her hip, nor her brother Paul, with business commitments and a heavily pregnant wife, would be able to get over to New York for their spring wedding.
They had always been a very close-knit and loving fam-ily—until she had broken that bond and exiled herself. Bu ... read full excerpt from His Mistress by Marriage ebook
