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with that bit, but
the rest? “ Okay, and what else?”
    “It was a toy given to you as a
way to ensure you would always have wealth. It is important to my family as
well, but that, I think, isn’t relevant. Those diamonds are worth a small
fortune. Personally, I’d prefer it not to be carried everywhere, but I
understand why you do it. After the break-in whilst we were on our honeymoon,
and your jewelry boxes ransacked, we agreed to hide
it in your reticules or cloaks in specially designed pockets. In the burglary,
every item that contained diamonds   was taken. Luckily most of your jewels
were with us.”
    “Why though?” None of it made
sense. She didn’t have diamonds. Hell, she lost earrings so often that Cam had
taken to putting all the odd ones onto a bracelet. Then she bought new pairs
from a local craft shop. Cheap and cheerful. “It’s not diamonds, they’re paste or something, surely?”
    He shook his head. “Stones of the first water.”
    Angie did her best to formulate
her thoughts in some kind of order. “But Stuart said they were glass, that it was battered and tawdry and he was going to
throw it in the bin.”
    Cam stiffened. “Stuart? Rawcliffe ? What the hell does he know about this? ”
    Oh shit. Angie had forgotten where she was and whom she was with. This Cam
had no idea about the other Angie and Cam. How could she explain Stuart and his attitude? She waved her hand in a vague,
you-know-how-it-is motion. “I knew him before I knew you. I finished our
association, and he wasn’t best pleased. He’s a nothing.”
    “ Hmm,
I believe he has a lot of explaining to do. How well did you know him?”
    “ Not
as well as he wanted me to.”
    “ I
think that is something I can be grateful for,” Cam said. “We can discuss it
further at a later date. For now, first things first. Please go on.”
    Grateful he hadn’t pursued the Stuart angle—for after all didn’t
she read that deflowering should be done by the man you married—but under no
illusion that he wouldn’t return to it as he promised, she nodded.
    “I think you might need the
smelling salts now, not me.”

Chapter Four
     
    Cam looked at the white-faced
woman in his arms and cursed as she stood up and began to pace the room. Her
all enveloping nightgown swirled around her legs and gave him a few tantalizing
glimpses of her well-turned ankles. She held the ornament in her hands, and bit
her lip. He could almost see the way she thought over and discarded words and
sentences, before she came to a halt in front of him.
    “Do you love me?” Angelina
asked him.
      Cam cleared his suddenly dry throat, and
wished to hell he had his tankard of ale handy. “Why do you ask?”
    “It’s not usual for a couple to
be in love, is it? Isn’t it supposed to be convenient and expedient and a good
match?”
    Cam nodded. “All of those, but
love may come into it.” He hesitated. The air was still and heavy, as if every
mote of dust waited along with Angelina for his answer. “I loved you. I still
love you. I saw you, wanted you, and soon realized that what I felt was more
than want and lust. You completed me. My life was unfulfilled until we met.”
    She stared at him, and as he
looked back, the color returned to her skin and her
breath became shallower and more erratic. Cam took hold of her wrist and felt her
pulse leap. “It’s true, my love. It may be unfashionable, but we decided we
wouldn’t be conventional members of the ton and follow their diktat. We would
be the Camberleys and make our own rules. One of
which was to mean what it says in our wedding vows. We would love and honor each other.”
    “And obey?”
    He laughed, and Angelina
grinned at him.
    “You told me you crossed your
fingers when you said that, because you would only obey me at the appropriate
times,” Cam said, and tugged her earlobe. “You also, whether you meant to or
not, gave me an insight into your psyche. So if you do this.” He tugged her
lobe once