Free Taming the Wicked Wulfe (The Rogue Agents) by Tammy Jo Burns Page B

not at all what I want to do to that delectable little mouth of yours.”
    “Save it for your whore,” she bit out, surprised by the anger she felt towards him turning to another woman.
    “What is this?   Jealousy?   Why, I do believe the green brings out the emerald sparks in your eyes.”
    “Stop it,” she ground out.
    “Uncle Thorn, when are we getting to London?” Zachary asked petulantly, rubbing his eyes.
    “I’m hungry,” a small, feminine voice echoed.
    “I’ll see what I can do, loves.   Go easy on your aunt for the time being, eh?”
    The children both nodded before the curtain fell closed blocking his view of the interior of the carriage.   Smiling wickedly, he called, “Lady Wulfe,” in a singsong voice.
    “What is it?” she snapped, popping the curtain out of the way.   “Shouldn’t you be scouting for villages or giving directions?”
    “I just need a little something to keep me going,” he responded before leaning over and brushing a kiss on lips through the open window.
    “How dare you!” Rebekah raged, pulling back.
    “You can’t begin to imagine all that I dare,” he answered wickedly before spurring his horse into a burst of energy and moving ahead of the coaches.
    She sat with her arms crossed, forcing herself not to look out the window until they reached the village approximately two hours later.   “Finally,” she groaned as the carriage came to a halt.   It must be a popular day for travel , she thought as she looked around the inn yard.   They had passed several carriages on the road, but the inn yard brimmed with coaches and teams as well as solitary horses.   “Stay,” she ordered the pups after helping the children down and quickly closing the door.
    “One of the footmen will take the pups for a walk,” Thornton said as he walked up to Rebekah’s right side.   He bent low and scooped Ivy into his arms, plunking her onto his left hip so that his right hand could grab Rebekah’s elbow.   The Duke of Wulfcrest held her right hand as they walked into the busy inn.   Thorn left her and Zachary’s side for only a few moments as he made arrangements for a private room for the group.   After refreshing themselves, they rejoined each other to share a well-deserved meal in the reserved room.
    The children dove into the savory meat pies that were placed before them.   Enjoying the peace and silence, Rebekah overlooked their horrible table manners and turned to her own meal.   During the meal, she continually felt eyes on her.   When she looked up it would be to find Thorn staring at her across the table.   He did not have the decency to look away, not even when she glared at him.
    “Uncle Thorn, how long before we get to London?” Zachary asked.
    “We should arrive tonight,” Thorn ensured.
    The children wiggled in their seats, contented, and swinging their legs back and forth.   Rebekah noticed the two children exchanging yawns between bites of food.   Soon they were reclining against the chairs and their heads began to nod.   The twins fell asleep shortly afterwards, laying their heads on the table.   Rebekah pushed the plates back out of the way so that a mess would not ensue.
    “They can’t already be that tired,” Thorn chuckled.
    “If only you had been locked in the carriage with them, then you would be thankful they have fallen asleep,” Rebekah challenged as she continued eating her meal.   As she finished, she pushed her plate back as well.
    “It’s nice to see a woman that isn’t afraid of eating in front of a man.”
    “But you aren’t just any man, are you?   You’re my husband, so there is no need to impress you.”
    “That hurts, my dear,” Thorn placed a hand over his heart acting as if she wounded him with her words.
    “Good.   Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be only a moment and then we can carry the twins back to the carriage.”  
    “I’ll be waiting in anticipation, darling,” he stood as she did.   He gave