..”“Just sex,” Carter interrupted. “It’s just sex, nothing else. You need it. I need...”You.“ ... it.”“I’ve never cheated on my hu...band until now,” Aron spoke, his voice low and strained. “And maybe I’ve been tempted, yes. But no one has managed to tempt me like this before. Do you have any idea...” the man’s voice choked.“I do,” Carter said. “I frigging do.”Now wasn’t the time for words. Yet Aron had this weird idea that they should talk.“Carter, I ... You do realize that I might just take. But she knew that was not going to be the case for her. … She knew her father had screwed over the wrong man-someone with too much power and money for anyone to be willing to risk it all for nobodies like her and her father. She knew it would be safer to agree to this marriage for the next year then spend the rest of her life hiding from Mr. Marchio. Mr. Marchio-she knew so little about her future father-in-law. What she did know was that he was insanely rich-and with money came power, and he. “How?”But her aunt had never answered the question, instead abruptly changing the conversation to the oils.Now Maureen stood in front of the statues and wondered.Her eyes flickered to Henry VIII. “Did my grandfather play with you, Henry,” she murmured out loud, then laughed at her foolishness. “Or you?” Her eyes went back to Anne Boleyn and the smile faded from her face.She was so real!She moved closer, then timidly reached out, touched the satin bodice on Anne Boleyn’s body. The material was. "Didn't your families support Prince Charlie a generation ago?" Never, sir," said the one who had asked the blessing. "We were as loyal then as we are now. Twas them hillies that was traitors; barely human that lot."The elderly cook, who must have known what the minister's woman and I had been doing, and I ate quietly while the conversation, much of it to do with how soon the terrible rebellion was likely to be properly beaten and that it was only a matter of time. The captain at my left.