Marriage at a Distance by Sara Craven Read Free Book Online

between the two of us. Husband to wife.’
    ‘Is that how you still regard us?’ Joanna perched tensely on the edge of the sofa.
    He shrugged. ‘It happens to remain a legal reality, however regrettable.’
    ‘But not for much longer.’ Joanna swallowed. ‘Gabriel, we married each other for all the wrong reasons, but it doesn’t have to be a life sentence. Not any more.’
    ‘What do you suggest?’
    ‘A quick divorce,’ she said. ‘Then we can both get on with our lives.’ She paused. ‘Actually, I—I wrote you a letter with my proposals. It’s on the desk in the study.’
    ‘How very efficient of you,’ he said slowly. ‘You certainly didn’t waste any time.’
    ‘It seemed to me we’d wasted enough already.’ She forced a smile. ‘And there’s nothing—no one—to keep us together any more.’
    He said coldly. ‘I do not need to be reminded of that, thank you.’
    She winced. ‘I’m sorry. But you know it’s true.’ She drew a deep breath. ‘We married each other because it was what Lionel wanted, and we made a wretched mess of it all.’ She hesitated. ‘I think he regretted it too.’
    ‘I know he did.’ Gabriel’s tone was dry.
    ‘Well, then,’ she prompted.
    He got up and went over to the table to pour himself some more coffee.
    ‘I don’t think we should file for divorce before the funeral,’ he said, without turning. ‘It might look rather pointed.’
    She stiffened. ‘I wasn’t suggesting that. And it’s not a joke.’
    ‘Bloody right, it isn’t,’ he said with sudden violence, and she jumped.
    ‘You were the one who wanted to talk,’ she said defensively.
    ‘I did not, however, choose this particular topic of conversation,’ he retorted, returning to his seat. ‘Maybe we should postpone it until we’re both feeling a little less raw.’
    Her voice was uncertain. ‘But you said there were things to settle.’
    ‘About the funeral, mainly.’ His firm lips tightened. ‘One of the reasons I came back today was so that you wouldn’t have to handle things all by yourself.’
    ‘That was thoughtful of you,’ she said stiffly. ‘I made a list this morning of everything there was to do. Perhaps you’d better look through it and see what I’ve forgotten.’
    ‘I don’t think I dare,’ he murmured.
    ‘Gabriel—this isn’t easy for me. Lionel wasn’t just my father-in-law. He was my dearest friend. Whatever our personal feelings, we should—respect his memory and try to work together.’
    ‘That’s a good speech,’ he approved. ‘Did you think of it all by yourself?’
    She got to her feet in one swift, angry movement. ‘Oh, this is impossible. Maybe I’m the one who should move to Midhampton.’
    ‘No.’ He rose too. ‘No—I apologise. You’re right. We’ve got to shelve our own problems and unite this last time for him. We both owe him that.’
    ‘Yes.’ Joanna bent her head. ‘It’s been rather a long day. I think I’ll go to bed.’
    ‘I’ll come up as well, once I’ve seen to the dogs. Do they still sleep in the rear hall?’
    Joanna nodded. She’d pleaded tiredness, but she knew she would not sleep. Her stomach was in knots and her pulse-rate was going haywire.
    She took the coffee tray back to the kitchen and then went upstairs. Gabriel caught up with her as she reached the gallery.
    ‘Where have you put me?’ His mouth curled slightly. ‘Not in your room, I’m sure.’
    ‘That’s hardly likely.’ She felt defensive colour invade her face.
    But Gabriel wasn’t looking at her. He’d turned to stare down the length of the gallery to the door which led to the master suite. His voice sounded abrupt—almost remote. ‘And not in there, I hope.’
    ‘No,’ she said quickly. ‘I thought for the time being—your old room.’
    He was very still, his gaze fixed on the closed door as if nothing else existed in that moment. His face was haggard, suddenly, and the tawny eyes were filled with a pain too deep for words.
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