“I investigated the will, as you asked. And Nigel is indeed the guardian of Victoria and Royce,” Stephen said. “I could argue the matter in court, if you want me to pursue it further. But I doubt if we’d win.”

“I want them back,” she admitted. “But he has taken good care of the children. And of me.”

He stepped back, his gaze passing over her rose gown. “You look lovely today.”

She blushed. “I have a different gown for tomorrow evening. Uncle Nigel plans to escort me to Lady Thistlewaite’s ball.”

“No.” The edge in his voice held a warning. “You’re not going. It’s not safe.”

“I will be in public,” she argued. “Nothing will happen.” After a slight pause, she added, “I saw your mother today, and she thinks I trapped you into marriage.”

“That’s not true.”

His immediate defense emboldened her. “I know, but…I want to be the sort of countess you need. I need to face the ton and find my place among them.”

Her anger flared up, but he continued, “I don’t want you to be hurt, Emily. Not by the man who wants me dead. And not by the society matrons who would cut you down.”

Before she could protest, he stole another kiss. Temptation beckoned her to lose herself with him once more. Without thinking, she reached up to touch his dark brown hair, letting her arms settle around his neck. “The matrons would not cut me down if you acknowledged me as your wife.”

“I can’t do that. Not until this is over.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I’d rather you remain hidden so no one can harm you.”

Although she knew he meant only to keep her out of danger, his words bruised her heart. It felt as if she wasn’t good enough for him. Though she knew it was foolish, she could not stop herself from thinking it.

“For how long?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

The wall rose up between them again, only this time, her frustration rose higher. She deserved to stand at her husband’s side. “I’m not leaving London.”

“You are playing a dangerous game, Emily.” His hand captured her wrist in an unmistakable warning.

She knew it. But blind obedience had gained her nothing. It was time to seize control and fight for what she wanted. Her heart constricted in her chest as she leaned close. His spicy scent drew her in, reminding her of the nights they’d spent in each other’s arms.

“I am not going to run away this time.” She rose on her tiptoes, letting her palms splay against his chest. “I won’t be your wife in private, if you won’t let me be your wife in public.” Her arms wrapped around his waist, her hips pressing close to his.

Desire flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t move.