[i]”We will have it fitted to your needs – even our shared bedroom.”[/i]

She could redecorate? It sounded appealing, and frankly he made her feel much more like an adult going into the situation than her father had. It was probably him just trying to keep her quiet, and while she hated to it admit it to him it looked like it was working. Their bedroom would have nothing less than a canopy bedframe, sheer fabric along the top and silky sheets to curl up in. But considering his wording Claire had a feeling he wasn’t exactly asking for her opinion on furniture.

[i]“I understand that you are not entering into this marriage willingly and I cannot force you to. So until we’re both ready, let us decide who sleeps on the bed.”[/i]

Claire held back a snort of a laugh, though her lips curled up into a thin smile. There went the idea he was marrying her for sex, there must be something else to it. Or…or maybe not. Perhaps because she had secrets, she was assuming he had some as well. Maybe Nicholas Rochford was just a man who had a lot of pride and wanted a highborn wife. She was just reading into this too much…and might as well have a little fun with him.

“Well if that’s what you think is best then I’m sure there’s a wonderful guest bedroom down the hall that you can stay in,” she replied, doing her best to keep looking straight and not start laughing. “Surely you don’t expect me to find a room other than my own to sleep in. I’d sleep [i]with[/i] you before I look like the terrible wife that stays in the second bedroom. I’m sure the bed will be just as nice. Besides, all you need is a bed, closet, and bathroom. You’ll be all right,” Claire said, finally giving a small giggle and looking directly at him.