Gentlemen Prefer Spinsters (Spinsters Club #1)(62)

“We would probably kill each other if we lived together.” Bella slumped back on the chaise. “Face it, I am stuck there until I think of something immeasurably clever. Unfortunately, I have very few skills.”

“You’re a wonderful harp player,” pointed out Arabella.

Bella waved a hand. “Anyone can play the harp.”

Merry laughed. “I certainly cannot. And even if I tried, I would not sound anything like you.”

“I thought we came here to talk of Merry’s impending marriage, not my harp-playing.”

“Will you not miss the solitude?” asked Arabella. “I know how much you like to be alone to do your work.”

“Harry has promised me plenty of space to finish my translations, so long as I emerge sometimes and pay attention to him.” Merry suppressed a smile. She suspected that would not be hard. She’d seen him only yesterday and she missed him already.

Bella eyed her in awe. “I never thought you would be the first to fall, Merry.”

“I have no intention of falling.” Sophia lifted her chin. “I enjoy widowhood far too much.”

“And I certainly never want to set eyes on a man again,” added Arabella.

“Men are the worst,” Bella agreed. “With the exception of Easton,” she added quickly.

Merry smiled sheepishly. “I am sorry that I did not stick to my vow.”

“Never mind, you can be an honorary member.” Bella patted the back of her hand. She lifted her cup of tea. “To the Spinsters Club.”

“The Spinsters Club,” the rest of them echoed.

“Long may we rule over men!” Bella added with a wink. “None of them stand a chance.”

THE END