“Perhaps you would be wise,” he said quietly, “to marry while there are plenty of men to place their hearts and their coronets at your feet.”
Nadine gave a little laugh.
“They may place their hearts there,” she said, “but a great number are very stingy when it comes to offering me their names and I have long ago decided that marriage is not for me.”
“It should be,” Conrad insisted. “A woman needs a husband to look after her.”
“And a man a wife?”
She felt the shudder Conrad gave against her bare body and laughed.
“I know that you would hate quiet domesticity,” she said, “and being tied to one woman.”
“As it happens, I have been tied to you for the last five years.”
“Is that really true?”
“It is true, although I know that I can hardly take much credit for such constancy since the op
