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EXCERPT:
Mercifully,
her father’s return signified a return to normalcy. The cart stopped in the
yard, and the low sound of men’s voices reached her. She paused before opening
the door, her heart in her throat. Colonel Blakeney could beg for Jeremy all he
wanted; she would refuse. Rather to remain a spinster than marry someone like
Jeremy.
She
opened the door as her father climbed down from the cart, standing back to let
his companion alight.
The
weeks of separation had done nothing to diminish her memory of him. His elegant
riding coat flapped about his legs as he walked, his stride confident and
purposeful. His long hair swept about his face in glossy black locks. He looked
even more like a pirate than he ever had before.
Her
resolve to be firm died a slow, pitiable death. She stumbled forward when her
father called to her.
“Ah,
there’s my sweet Jane. My dear, you remember Colonel Blakeney?”
The
coal black eyes fastened on hers, mesmerizing her. She studied his face for any
sign of an ulterior motivation, but his demeanor was kindly. He extended his
hand, and she took it. The broad fingers squeezed hers ever so slightly.
“How
do you do, Miss Brooke?” He bowed over her hand.
She
bobbed a curtsy, relief flooding her like a cool breeze. The penetrating stare
he gave her assured his intent was friendly. They had shared such an easy
companionship at the Parkers’, and it seemed it would continue, unhindered by
any frivolous actions on Jeremy’s part.
“I’m
quite well, thank you, Colonel Blakeney. Your arrival is a…a pleasant surprise.”
“I
would have come sooner but was detained in London
“Then…”
She took a deep breath. “You did not come from Shropshire ?”
He
looked puzzled. His jaw clenched but relaxed a moment later. “I left the day
after you did. My brother is ill.”
“I
thought you left that morning…” Too late, she realized his sudden departure had
been an excuse. His flush confirmed it, but a wry smile tugged at the corner of
his mouth.
“I
spent the night at an inn, only to return to Everhill the next day to find you
gone.”
If
only she’d listened to Lucinda and remained where she was. He’d gone to the inn
because he was angry. Or jealous.
Five star story... Thanks for your words.
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