“Isn’t that what you promised me?”
“And if I don’t? If I do bed another mistress?”
“Then I’ll know that your professions of love are not constant.”
“You are a difficult woman to deal with, Lady Gwendolyn.”
I laughed lightly. “That’s exactly what I try to be with men,” I said.
He caressed my face tenderly. “I imagine these fair pale eyes have seen some pain,” he said, sadly.
“On that you guess well, Antonio.”
I kissed him, our lips lingering long. “You don’t believe I’ll be constant with you?”
“I’ve said that, yes.”
“Perhaps I’ll prove you wrong.”
“And perhaps not.”
I intended to go to the country villa without Antonio because I knew the Moor would be there. I wanted him, and would find a way to woo him.
