A Christmas to Remember: An Anthology by Lisa Kleypas & Lorraine Heath & Megan Frampton & Vivienne Lorret

Author:Lisa Kleypas & Lorraine Heath & Megan Frampton & Vivienne Lorret
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Regency, Anthologies (Multiple Authors), Fiction, Romance, Historical, Holiday
ISBN: 9780062747259
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-09-26T11:16:43.887493+00:00

Gyrovague:

1. Loss of freedoms.

2. One of those monks who were in the habit of wandering from monastery to monastery.

3. The outside circle of a compass.

Chapter Seven

“TODAY WE THOUGHT the young people in the company would take the carriages and visit the abbey. It remains as it was when Henry II reigned, and I am certain Mr. Archer and my own dear girl will find plenty to admire.” Mrs. Green issued her words like a proclamation, leaving no possibility of declining. “As well as the rest of the party,” she added, even though it sounded as if “the rest of the party” was an afterthought to Mr. Archer and her own dear girl.

Sophronia looked to where Mr. Archer—James—sat at the breakfast table, a bleary look on his face as though he were still sleeping. Perhaps he did not like the mornings as she did—she found she did her best thinking at that time, much to her night-owl father’s chagrin.

She felt her lips curve into a smile as she recalled just how many times he wanted to discuss some new discovery he’d made after a long evening of reading, only to get exasperated because she was so tired.

“Something amusing, my dear?” He was so observant, even when looking as though he were still lying in bed, the covers tangled about his—

Oh, no. Now she was thinking about his torso. Who knew the study of anatomy was so fascinating to her?

“Nothing in particular, my dear,” she replied, stressing the last two words. He grinned back at her, his eyes lighting up with a shared amusement.

He was altogether too charming, even when half-asleep. Especially when half-asleep.

“The visit to the abbey sounds delightful, Mrs. Green,” Jamie said, turning to speak to their hostess. “My Sophy was just saying the other day that she hadn’t visited enough ancient abbeys in her lifetime.” He spoke without a hint of amusement in his voice, as though he were entirely serious.

How did he do that? Sophronia had to bite her lip to keep from giggling, and meanwhile, he had an entirely serious mien.

And yet—and yet when she met his gaze he winked at her, which just made her want to laugh and smack him at the same time.

Or do something else entirely.

Oh, dear. She had known him for no more than a few days, and she was already entranced by his charm. Not really a surprise, given how charming in general he was. But dangerous—her father had been equally charming, albeit in an entirely different way, and she couldn’t trust charm like that. What was it hiding? The inability to plan ahead? A need to do what one wanted—read books or travel to exotic lands—rather than taking care of one’s responsibilities?

Rather than choose to live a compromised life?

Fine. She could admire him, even find him charming, but she could not trust him. In the time she’d known him, he’d come up with an elaborate ruse to avoid matrimony, risked discovery by teasing her, and nearly made her give herself away through laughter.

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