"She eyed him uncertainly. "Very well. Nick wants me, but he's decided not to... to..." She floundered to a halt and the tears that threatened in her eyes became reality. One, single drop slipped down her cheek. Bloody hell. Anthony raked a hand through his hair. "Do you mean to tell me that Bridgeton is not... er, fulfilling his husbandly duties?" She nodded miserably. "Oh, Anthony, what am I to do?" He closed his eyes. God above. He was a decent man, one who took his responsibilities seriously. He was a good friend, an excellent landlord, and he never cheated at cards, unless it was with one of his own brothers. What had he done to deserve this?"