Chapter Fourteen
Sir Barnaby stiffened. His arms withdrew from around her. “If you feel that I have compromised you, Miss Merryweather, of course I will marry you,” he said woodenly.
Merry scrambled off his lap. “What? Of course I don’t think that! I’m asking you because I want to marry you!”
Sir Barnaby physically flinched. “Miss Merryweather, I’m not a good choice of husband.”
“Stuff and nonsense!” Merry said. “If you don’t wish to marry me, that’s fine, but you can’t use that as a reason.”
Sir Barnaby’s mouth tightened. “I’m an adulterer,” he said flatly. “I’m the last person you should marry.”
Merry stared at him, and made a discovery. Sir Barnaby had rebuilt his friendship with Marcus, but he hadn’t forgiven himself. “Do you believe you’ll commit adultery again?”
Sir Barnaby’s
