Anne’s steps retreated, and Cedric smacked the stack of letters in his palm. Far too many for him to want to bother with. After all, tonight was his real wedding night. Wedding night. He chuckled.
I’m a lucky devil.
He and Anne would finally have a chance to explore all of her hidden passions.
“My lord, will you be needing anything?” Thomas Pennyworth, another footman, asked from near the doorway.
“Thomas? Why not read me a few of these while I wait for my wife.”
My wife. He smiled. What a wonderful word that was now to say.
Thomas took the stack of letters from Cedric, and there was a soft rustling of papers.
“The first is from a Mr. Crispin Andrews.”
The name hit Cedric like a blow. He was about to tell Thomas to burn the letter, but Thomas began speaking.
“My Dearest Anne. It w
