Free Desire by Amanda Quick Page A

not?"

    He did not like the hint of sympathy in her voice. "Tis enough. More than I expected."

    Clare glowered at him and then bent her head over the letter. "This is too much. Your father states that I am to marry at once and that he hopes I will choose you, but if not, he will accept Nicholas of Seabern as the new lord of Desire."

    "I told you that Thurston is most anxious to see the matter settled," Gareth said neutrally. "He was much alarmed to discover that this manor had been without a lord for some time."
    "Ah—"

    "For some reason, he did not learn of your father's death until very recently. Apparently your letter notifying him of the sad event was delayed for a few months."

    "Well, as to that, aye, there was some small delay." Clare cleared her throat discreetly. "I was numbed with grief for a time, of course."

    "Of course."

    "And then, when I eventually recovered, I discovered that there were a great many business matters that needed to be settled."

    "Naturally."

    "And then, the first thing I knew, it was winter," Clare continued blithely. "I reasoned that the roads would be impassable, what with the snow and ice. I decided it would be best to wait until early spring to send a message to Thurston."

    Gareth almost smiled. "And while you waited for the roads to clear, you sought to discover a way to avoid marriage."

    Clare gave him a disgruntled look. "It was worth a try."

    He shrugged. "But the effort failed. So now we must go forward along a new path."

    "We?"
    "Aye. There is no reason the marriage cannot be celebrated on the morrow, is there?"

    "Impossible." Desperation flashed in Clare's eyes. "Absolutely impossible. It simply cannot be done."

    "It most certainly can be done, and well you know it. All that is required is that a priest be summoned—"

    "We do not have a priest here on Desire," Clare said swiftly.

    "I'm sure that one can be found in Seabern. We shall make our vows in front of witnesses, and that is that."

    "But there is so much more to the matter," Clare protested. "A suitable celebration must be arranged. My marshal already has his hands full organizing the household to accommodate all of your men. He will need weeks to arrange a wedding banquet and a proper feast for the villagers."

    "I am certain all can be arranged very quickly once you have made your selection. A day or two at most," Gareth conceded.

    "You speak as one who has never had to organize such an event," she informed him with lofty disdain. "Great quantities of bread must be baked. Fish must be caught. Chickens plucked. Sauces prepared. Casks of wine and ale will have to be purchased. It will be necessary to send someone to Seabern to obtain some of the supplies."

    Gareth came to a halt and confronted her. "Lady, I have organized entire battles with less notice. But I am willing to be patient."

    "How patient?"

    "Now we are to bargain on that point? I begin to comprehend that I am to marry a woman with a head for business. Very well, my terms are simple. I shall allow you a day to make your decision and to
    prepare."

    "One day?"

    "Aye. An entire day. All of tomorrow, in fact. I am feeling in an indulgent mood."

    "You call that indulgent?"

    "I do. We shall be married the day after tomorrow even if we are obliged to serve naught but bad ale and stale bread at the banquet. Do you comprehend me?"

    "Sir, I am not one of your knights to be ordered about in such an overbearing manner."

    "And I am not one of your household servants or a fawning young minstrel devoted to serving your every whim," Gareth said calmly. "Unless you have decided that you wish to wed Nicholas of Seabern—"

    "I most certainly will not marry that obnoxious oaf."

    "Then I will soon be your lord and the lord of this manor. Tis best that you remember that when you think to gainsay me."

    "What I choose to remember is that I am the lady of Desire and I will expect to be treated with the respect that is my due."

    Gareth took a single step