“Take me to bed, Husband,” she murmured against his lips.
“Of course.” His lips curved in a smile and she gasped as he bent and scooped her up in his arms, skirts and all, in his arms to carry her back inside.
At the foot of the stairs, they passed a flustered Mrs. Stuart, who blushed when she saw them.
“Enjoy your night, Mrs. Stuart,” Quinn called over his shoulder as he carried Rowena up the stairs and to his bedchamber. The door was open and Quinn’s valet was pulling back the sheets on the bed.
“Pardon me.” The young man fled from the room.
Quinn laid Rowena on the bed and rolled her over onto her stomach. She sucked in a breath as she saw Quinn in the mirror withdraw his father’s slim dagger. He lowered the blade to her back. A rush of snapping sounds and then the dress and corset
