Page 60 of Courting Elizabeth

“Will survive five minutes.”

I led her toward the terrace. The night was mild, scented by roses from the garden. Music and light spilled through the open windows, but the stone pillars partially hid us from view.

Elizabeth leaned against the balustrade.

“Are you satisfied?” she asked.

“With what?”

“Your wife has not overturned any jellies, insulted any dukes, and provoked only one widow.”

“You have been perfect.”

“That is a dangerous compliment. I might believe you prefer the mistress of Pemberley to Elizabeth Bennet.”

I stepped in front of her.

“The mistress of Pemberley impresses my neighbors. Elizabeth Bennet makes me want to send everyone away.”

Her gaze dropped to my lips.

“That is a most inhospitable ambition.”

“I have never claimed to be a generous host when you look at me so.”

I placed my hands on the balustrade, on either side of her, without touching her.

“Were you hurt by Mrs Harcourt?”

“Less than you.”

“I cannot bear it when they remind you of what I myself once used against you at Hunsford.”

Her expression grew serious.

“You are no longer that man.”

“He still exists within me.”

“So much the better.”

I frowned.

“So much the better?”

“I have no desire to live with a man suddenly devoid of pride, exacting standards, and character. I only wish you to choose what deserves your pride.”

“And what deserves it?”

She raised a hand and placed it on my cheek.

“Your way of loving.”

My chest tightened.

“Elizabeth…”

“I am not yet ready to speak the word you await.”