A Lady Most Dangerous (Helen Foster) by Hanson Caroline

Author:Hanson, Caroline [Hanson, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Love Story
Publisher: Host of the Hills
Published: 2014-04-08T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Edward knew his eyes deceived him, for there was no other explanation as to why he would see Helen here, at a gambling den and brothel. He found himself moving towards her before he could stop himself, a terrible certainty washing through him. She was standing next to some old man, toasting him with a glass of champagne. They both took a drink, and she laughed, leaning forward in such a way that the old fool she was talking to couldn’t have stopped himself from peering down her dress. Hot emotion compelled him forward.

He walked straight up to them, gaze trained on the old letch staring at his woman. “Somervale,” he said

to the old man. He sputtered his champagne and Helen reached forward, saving the man’s glass from spilling. She shot him an angry look.

“Just a moment, please, I’ll be right…back. Umm, drink up,” she said, and demonstrated by draining her glass. He blinked at her and did the same, swallowing what was left.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snarled at her the moment they were alone.

She smiled at him brightly. “It’s absolutely none of your business. I exist, – I have places to go and people to see. I do still have to get on with things believe it or not. What do you want me to do, sit at home and cry over my broken heart?”

He was distracted despite himself. “Do you have a broken heart?”

She spluttered, “No, of course not. I was just trying to say what you think I’m doing. But that’s not real. Got it?”

“No, I haven’t a clue,” he said, torn between staring at her lips and the perfect display of cleavage. “I want to know why you’re here and what you’re doing with that doddering old fool.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“If it concerns your safety, then it is my business.”

Helen laughed. “Oh my God, not this again. This is why I wanted you to think I was dead. This... possessiveness, as if I belong to you.”

And would that be so bad? he almost said but bit back the words. What came out instead was far more appropriate. “It’s not possessive, it’s protective. It would concern me to see anyone with that old lecher. Whatever it is that you need to do, we can find a different way.”

Which was very sweet, really. He looked so sincere, so…earnest. And determined. “Maybe I like him.”

Edward barked out a laugh. “No you don’t,” he said confidently.

“I’m not your problem! We’ve been over and over this, and frankly I’m exhausted. I can’t do this anymore.” You wanting to help me, me wanting you to help me, and I can’t say yes. “Break out the tiny pity violins already.”

His mouth opened and closed while he tried to make sense of her statement. He finally settled on ‘hmm’ and his brows slashed down fiercely.

Every eye in the room was on them, and he didn’t care. There was only one thing he cared about, only one thing he wanted,

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