Chapter 4: Making Up
Finially everyone headed to bed but things at the Roxton tree-house were less than easy going. Neither Marguerite or Roxton tried to break the ice and the silence was deafening. Marguerite put William to bed and then got ready herself as Roxton went in to tell his son goodnight. When he came back in he stood in the doorway, watching his wife brush her hair as she sat at her vanity.
"What are you worried about?" Marguerite finially said, returning his gaze through the mirror. "You think I'll what....run off with him? Go and have a scandelous affair? .....Do you really think so little of me?" Roxton opened his mouth to speak but she interupted. "If that's the type of woman you thought you were marrying, I'm sorry to disapoint you. My standards are a little higher for myself...even if yours arn't."
"Now hold on just a minute! How many times have people come here wanting to kill you? How many times has that put you in danger? Or everyone else here in danger for that matter! I don't care if he's an old friend, old lover or Jolly Old St. Nick, it's foolish to trust a man when we can't be sure what his intentions are!"
"He said.."
"And you believe everything you hear? Marguerite...I just...." sighing he went over to her resting his hands on her shoulders and gently running a hand through her dark curls. "Is it worth fighting over?"
Sighing, Marguerite slumped, leaning back against her husband, "John...he was my best friend...the only friend I'd ever had....I won't give him up...not even for you."
Roxton suddenly felt guilty. How could he have doubted his wife? Even if Alex had less than honorable intetions, Marguerite would never succumb willingly to him and West certianly didn't seem the type to force a woman. True, he didn't like it that another man had once taken care of his wife....but at least someone had stepped forward and done it when she needed it so badly. Leaning down, he gently placed a kiss on her temple. "Let's go to bed.."
Finially everyone headed to bed but things at the Roxton tree-house were less than easy going. Neither Marguerite or Roxton tried to break the ice and the silence was deafening. Marguerite put William to bed and then got ready herself as Roxton went in to tell his son goodnight. When he came back in he stood in the doorway, watching his wife brush her hair as she sat at her vanity.
"What are you worried about?" Marguerite finially said, returning his gaze through the mirror. "You think I'll what....run off with him? Go and have a scandelous affair? .....Do you really think so little of me?" Roxton opened his mouth to speak but she interupted. "If that's the type of woman you thought you were marrying, I'm sorry to disapoint you. My standards are a little higher for myself...even if yours arn't."
"Now hold on just a minute! How many times have people come here wanting to kill you? How many times has that put you in danger? Or everyone else here in danger for that matter! I don't care if he's an old friend, old lover or Jolly Old St. Nick, it's foolish to trust a man when we can't be sure what his intentions are!"
"He said.."
"And you believe everything you hear? Marguerite...I just...." sighing he went over to her resting his hands on her shoulders and gently running a hand through her dark curls. "Is it worth fighting over?"
Sighing, Marguerite slumped, leaning back against her husband, "John...he was my best friend...the only friend I'd ever had....I won't give him up...not even for you."
Roxton suddenly felt guilty. How could he have doubted his wife? Even if Alex had less than honorable intetions, Marguerite would never succumb willingly to him and West certianly didn't seem the type to force a woman. True, he didn't like it that another man had once taken care of his wife....but at least someone had stepped forward and done it when she needed it so badly. Leaning down, he gently placed a kiss on her temple. "Let's go to bed.."
