And not because Creagon wasn't able to show a girl a good time in bed; because few, if any, women had ever complained of Creagon's performance. But Marne had been proposed to by some very wealthy men and had refused them all. Everyone had assumed she was just waiting for someone even richer. And, Creagon Davenport certainly hadn't fit that bill at the time Marne had met him. William Davenport, Creagon's father, would have been a more likely choice for Marne; especially since, it had been no secret that William Davenport had said publicly, on more than one occasion, that he "no longer had a son."

Well, Marne had never been one of those people who thought money was everything. Oh, it certainly helped grease the wheels; but, Marne had never had any intentions of wasting away as some rich old fart's plaything. She wanted more than an occasional fuck from a husband who was so far gone that he couldn't get his cock up except on holidays.

So, Creagon hadn't been wealthy when she had married him. So, Creagon had shown no prospects whatsoever of ever getting his daddy's millions. At the time, Marne had figured her brother was going to come into a nice piece of that financial pie by having married Melissa; so, Marne knew there was little chance of her being left destitute in her old age, even if she had married some derelict off the streets.

And, Creagon had been anything but a bum, He'd had a drive to succeed that had probably been spawned by the fact that his old man had thrown him out on his ear. Creagon had managed to support Marne quite well over the last three years.

And, Marne had to smile whenever she thought of how all her old friends would by now have read the papers, seeing that Creagon was now one of William Davenport's chief heirs. Oh, there would be chatter. More than one catty tongue would be sure to whisper that Marne had known something about this all along. Those gossips would be greatly relieved to think that their original suspicions of Marne had been quite true: that she was just too attractive not to have married into great wealth. Well, weren't they all jackasses! The money was a bonus. Money or no money, Marne had all she wanted in a man-all she had ever hoped for in a man-right here in this bed.