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The Invisible Husband
Book: The Invisible Husband Read Online Free
Author: Cari Hislop
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heart. She thinks you’ve bitten off more than
you can chew if you know what I mean.”

    “I’m perfectly
aware of Mother’s concerns.”

    “Well if I were
you I’d get a move on and start charming your bride. Mother says
you have two weeks to sort out this mess before she arrives to sort
it out for you. You know what happens when she starts sorting out
problems. You know how she waves her arms about in those ghastly
gestures left over from her playhouse days; she’s likely to
accidentally set your wife alight. I think Father must have been
drunk when he married her.”

    “He was in
love; a condition you’ve never suffered, because if you had you
wouldn’t be so smug.”

    “Make me feel
my youth; just because I’m only twenty-two doesn’t mean I’m sans
experience of the heart…or at least…”

    “As I was
saying…go away and don’t even think about introducing yourself to
my wife. It’s bad enough you put the wedding ring on the wrong
finger. I wanted to punch you.”

    “It wasn’t my
fault. I was spellbound by her exceedingly low décolletage. She has
very nice…”

    “I don’t want
to hear another man admire my wife, especially not when he’s better
looking. Go and tell Mother to mind her own business or face my
wrath.”

    “I’m hungry. I
need some breakfast. I’ll help you break the ice…”

    “I think I’ll
have a tray in my room; I can’t bear to hear her laughing at me…not
for another few hours.”

    “Don’t be a
fool Adam! You’re not going to win her heart hiding away in your
room.”

    “When someone
slashes out one of your eyes and nearly slits your throat then you
can come tell me not to hide in my room, but until then go to the
devil.”

    “She probably
thinks you are the devil after all those black cloaks you had us
wear. What did she call you, demon-husband? Mother’s going to laugh
herself sick.”

    “I’m so glad my
pain amuses you. Thank you for coming and ruining my day. It was
very thoughtful of you.”

    “Don’t be so
stuffy Adam. Just because you haven’t properly introduced yourself
to your wife doesn’t mean I can’t. I’m going to have breakfast with
her and I suggest you join us. The girl needs to know Lathams are
perfectly rational people who can walk in the sunlight without
being turned to stone.”

    Adam clenched
his fists and hissed with rage, “Don’t you dare!”

    “You know I
can’t resist a dare. Put some clothes on, nothing black, and come
be sensible for half an hour. How can she not like you? There isn’t
anyone who doesn’t like you. Even Great Aunt Vesper likes you; the
horrid witch even hates herself, now stop being an idiot and just
come charm your Lady Latham.”

    “Don’t be an
ass…” Adam sat down on the bed next to his brother and hissed his
discomfort. “…there must be hundreds of people who loathe me.”

    “Yes, but
they’re stupid so who cares what they think? We’ll be in the formal
dining room where the big windows let in lots of light so she can
see how pleasant you look in the flesh.”

    “She’ll think
I’m hideous next to you. I don’t want her to think I’m
hideous…”

    “You certainly
aren’t going to win her heart by hiding in your room. I’m going to
tell her you’re coming so if you don’t come you will look
silly.”

    “You’re as bad
as Mother.”

    “Don’t be
cruel! I’ve never set anyone alight waving around a candle stick
and my schemes, unlike Mother’s, almost always work out in the end.
Just because the last one ended in a phenomenal disaster doesn’t
mean you can’t trust me.”

    Adam shuddered
as his heart throbbed in horror. “I neither need nor want your
assistance. Go before I kick you out myself.”

    “That wouldn’t
be wise. Your Lady might be looking out a window. She’d think you a
brute instead of the ultra sensitive, caring, knight in shining
chain mail, can’t kill a fly to save your soup sort of man that you
are.” Luke Latham bounced
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