Good morning, all. It’s finally Friday! And a Good Friday at that.
You think you’re funny, don’t you?
*Glances around to see who could have possibly said that* Oh, it looks like my guests have arrived a bit early. *Blushes with embarrassment at being caught snickering at her own joke. Clears throat* Well, today I have with me, the Duke and Duchess of Gateway, Benjamin and Madison, the hero and heroine from To Win His Wayward Wife. All right, so let’s get started.
B: How ‘bout that, we have some important things to go do.
Like what? I already gave you a baby. Sort of.
M: Yes, yes, that’s true. Say, what are you looking at?
*Moves laptop out view of nosey character* Nothing. Now, let’s talk about you two.
M: No. You shan’t get a peep out of either of us until you reveal what you’re looking at. I know you, Rose, every time you drag me here, you focus completely on me. But this time you’re not, you’re grinning like a jackal and staring at a bunch of pictures. What’s going on?
*Sighs* All right, here it is. *Turns screen to face invisible character joining me at my dining table* Brooke’s book make number one on the Regency Bestseller charts at Amazon.
M: I have no idea what the significance of that is, but I’m guessing it’s good. Oh, look, you waited too long to add the link and the book moved back to no. 2.
*Gasps* I sure did. Okay, here’s what we’ll do… I took a picture of it earlier this morning when I first saw it, so I’ll just attach it here.
B: Pardon me, ladies, but I was in that book. I do believe I was the best part of that book. If not for me, and my undying love for my wife here, that book would not have existed. *Folds his arms and shoots me a smug smile*
Perhaps you’re right, Benjamin. However, you forget, it was my overactive imagination and fast fingers that created that world and put you in it, unrequited love and all.
B: It wasn’t unrequited. She loves me now and she loved me long ago. We just had a dry spell, that’s all.
If that’s what you want to call it, fine. Why don’t you tell us all about that “dry spell”?
B: Well, as you know I was in America visiting my clodpole of a cousin when we first met. We spoke a few times then were separated for a few years then met back up in London where I took advantage of a situation that led to our hasty marriage.
Is that really all you have to say on the matter?
M: In America we didn’t really have much to say to each other, though we tried. Sadly, whenever we’d start to talk, Robbie would jump in our way. After a few weeks with several interrupted attempts to talk, things fell apart completely when that cad lied to me and manipulated me into thinking Benjamin’s intentions toward me were dishonorable.
B: No. Never. I would have married her the day I first saw her if her father would have agreed to perform the ceremony.
Interesting. Next week you’ll be back to talk to me again about the deal you made with Andrew, this is part of Brooke’s agreement with me in order for her to get past her hurt of having her book uh…shall we say, frowned upon due to lack of historical mentionings (read post here). So she requested we do interviews for her book because she thought how I handled her story was boring and droll. Anyway, we’ll talk to you about that then. So for now, we’ll skip that and you two can tell us about the early weeks of your marriage.
B: Do we have to?
Yes, you have to. It wasn’t so bad, was it?
M: No, it wasn’t so bad. Not all of it anyway. Benjamin and I didn’t hit it right off, so we agreed to go live at Rockhurst—
B: Agreed? We didn’t agree. I was forced into it by that weasel brother-in-law of yours.
M: Oh dear, well, yes, um…following our wedding night, which is one of those memories I’d rather forget about, I went to talk to Brooke and well, one thing led to another and soon we found ourselves living at Rockhurst where Benjamin stayed in a gamekeeper’s cottage and spent his days trying to woo me. And his nights thinking about me. *winks*
Is that so?
B: That’s about the lot of it. And I was doing a good job wooing her, if I do say so myself.
M: Yes, you were until you decided to abduct me. That did not endear me to you, I’m afraid.
He abducted you?
M: Yes. Twice. After he abducted me the second time, he hired a Neanderthal to follow me about all day.
B: Jamison is not a Neanderthal, he’s just husky. Anyway, I did that for your protection. Your addled former suitor could have struck at any time.
M: Pffft, you’re paranoid.
B: That may be. However, I’d lost you once; I did not want to take a chance on losing you again.
M: You didn’t. Not that Jamison did any good. He wasn’t even around when Robbie came at me with the gun; he was too busy throwing punches.
B: Yes, I’m aware. And believe me, he received quite an ear blistering for that, too.
M: *rolls eyes* And so did I.
B: That had nothing to do with your leaving Jamison’s side.
M: I know.
We all do.
B: Tell me, Ms. Gordon, do you think she deserved what I said.
This isn’t my fight. Anyway, two can talk about this later—
B: Then we’ll get to make up. *eyes light up*
M: *shakes head* You’re insufferable. Pray continue, with whatever it was you were about to say before my rude husband interrupted you.
That’s quite all right. I’m used to being interrupted.
M: I told you that was Brooke’s idea, not mine.
Well, it doesn’t matter, the problem got solved. Or so I hope. All right one last question, if you could go back in time and change everything starting from the time you first met, would you do things differently?
B: Yes. I would have throttled my cousin that first night and made Madison my wife the next.
M: Actually, I wouldn’t have done anything differently. At one time I think I might have but it I’d have found my happiness back then, Brooke would never have found hers. Nor Liberty.
That’s a very strong sisterly bond right there. I do wish you both lasting happiness in the future. Don’t forget you’re going to come talk to me next week (but you won’t remember agreeing to this since we’re going to go even further in the past to hear the details of Brooke’s romance). Then, in early to mid-May, everyone will be back one last time for a final catch up on life after the novel. Have a good weekend, everyone.