soon found her feet and staggered with exaggerated difficulty towards him. He took several steps back from the glass as she paused and turned her attention to something in the direction of the front of the house. She turned to him and pointed in that same direction before making a large circle with an arm and made a charade sign for horses. She looked around and ran to retrieve her bonnet and putting it on, waved at him to follow her. What the devil was she doing now? She was quickly out of sight causing his heart to curse him to hell as it tried to follow her. He grabbed up his cloak and flung it around his shoulders as he ran to his desk and pulled the hated eye patch from the book. Tying it on, he cursed the wretched object and pulled the ample hood down over his face and nearly forgot the key to open the glass door into the garden. He hurried in the direction his Eve had taken, his heart urging him to go faster. He turned the corner of the house and stopped in horror. His mother’s coach was sitting in the drive. The woman would have concocted another mad scheme to ‘help’ him.
He growled in irritation as he looked for Eve and found her half way up the steps helping a heavily pregnant woman. His footman catching sight of him hurried across the gravel holding a letter. “My Lord, a Mr and Mrs Roberts are requesting overnight lodging. They say they’re friends of your Mother.” The footman held out the introductory letter and bowed low as he waited for instructions. Adam scanned the letter in his mother’s handwriting and handed it back.
“It’s not even noon. Why the devil do they have to stay here?”
“I believe my Lord, Mrs Roberts is finding the journey uncomfortable.”
“Then she shouldn’t have taken the journey.”
“No my Lord.”
“Give them refreshments and send them packing. I don’t trust my mother’s friends. You may repeat that in their hearing.”
“Very good my Lord.” The footman’s words went unnoticed as Adam watched his wife’s caped figure reach the door. He smiled as she turned to blow him a kiss before turning away to say something to someone inside the house. Curse his mother and her obnoxious friends; he’d given her specific instructions to leave him alone for the first month of his marriage. He should have known she’d send trouble.
He swirled around and headed back towards his study where he’d be able to avoid having to speak with the couple. His key was in the glass door as he heard Eve call out a few feet behind him, “Adam!” She was out of breath. His heart froze his feet leaving him vulnerable to temptation. “Adam…”
“Eve?”
“The footman says you ordered Mr and Mrs Roberts to be sent packing after refreshments.” “I did.”
“Mrs Roberts is heavily pregnant. She’s having pains.”
“Then she can give birth at the next Inn…or in my mother’s carriage.”
“You can’t let a woman give birth in a carriage; it would scare the horses. They’d all end up in a ditch with broken necks.”
“If the woman is about to be brought to childbed, she should have stayed at home.”
“Adam…I think we should let them stay the night.”
“No. Something about Mr Roberts gives me a bad feeling.”
“You’re going to make a pregnant woman suffer because her husband looks unpleasant?”
“I don’t like him. I don’t want him roving through my house and I certainly don’t want him anywhere near you.”
“I admit he’s rather sinister under that fake pleasant smile, but does that mean his wife should suffer?”
“She married him!”
“What if she was forced to marry him?” The angry words struck his heart, making it whimper in pain.
Adam whispered curses on his mother as his heart slumped in horror at the prospect of his Eve thinking ill of him. “My gut feeling is not to trust them. They come in my Mother’s coach that confirms I shouldn’t trust them. They’re bound to be part of another mad scheme to