A Lover for Lydia (The Wednesday Club Book 4) by Sahara Kelly

Author:Sahara Kelly [Kelly, Sahara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: SK Private Label Publications
Published: 2020-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“I think I have a splinter.” Mowbray looked at the palm of his hand.

Lydia peered around his arm and joined him in staring at the same spot. “I don’t see anything.”

He flexed his fingers. “But I can definitely feel something.”

She sighed, grabbed his hand and pulled it toward her, making sure it was in full sunlight. Her fingers dipped in and touched his skin, and it was all he could do not to shudder at the sensation.

“Got it. Tiny little thing. No cause for alarm, Mowbray. You will live.” She held up thumb and forefinger, showing him the offending piece.

He couldn’t see it. He could see nothing but her gaze.

He blinked. “Ow.”

She rolled those gorgeous eyes. “Such a baby. Suck it. In ten minutes you’ll have forgotten all about it.” She strolled off, following Ronan and Prudence. Their miniature voyage to the small jetty at Maiden Shore had been accomplished with no problem at all and quite rapidly, since the tide was now in their favour.

“It did hurt, you know.” He followed her, catching up and walking at her side.

“Don’t whine. It’s unbecoming.”

“Cruel. I think a person who has just rowed for fifteen minutes to get another person where she wanted to go deserves a little more sympathy.”

Sighing, Lydia grabbed his injured hand. She lifted it, kissed it, and handed it back. “There. Better?”

He grinned, hoping the increasing tightness of his breeches would go unnoticed. “Much. Thank you, Doctor Davenport.”

“Oh,” she pointed toward the house. “Look. The carriage is just arriving. We did make very good time, didn’t we?”

Not waiting for his reply, she hurried to catch up with Ronan and Prudence, who were waiting at the edge of the drive.

The party reunited and everyone walked toward the front door of the mansion, which opened with what seemed like quite a fanfare.

“Your Grace,” Woodleigh’s voice boomed over their heads. “You have guests.”

He stood back to reveal the excited face of Lady Maud Sydenham, and arriving at her side, her husband, Sir Laurence.

There were squeals and shouts and the sound of feet running over gravel and up the front steps. Many hands and fluttering gowns embraced Lady Maud until she was quite lost beneath the outpouring of affection.

“Sir Laurence,” Colly hurried up and shook the man’s hand. “What a splendid surprise.”

Laurence looked at the ladies. “Why is it they don’t smother me like that?” he asked in a mournful tone.

“You could ask them…” Colly chuckled.

“God no. But you have to admit it does look rather enticing.”

The other gentlemen arrived, greeting Sir Laurence with friendly familiarity. They all knew each other, in fact Sir Ronan was there thanks to an introduction from Sir Laurence.

So it was a very merry party that adjourned for tea and delicacies in the parlour. Ivy managed to catch Woodleigh and make sure that the newcomers had rooms and that extra places would be laid for dinner.

“‘Tis all in hand, your Grace.” Woodleigh managed to look slightly offended at the thought that the household had not been prepared for just such an event.

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