A Rose in Disguise by Tarah Scott & Susana Ellis

Author:Tarah Scott & Susana Ellis
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Early the next morning, Roslyn sat in the kitchen, enjoying her usual toast and coffee, when Mary burst into the room.

“She’s here,” Mary said between gasps.

Roslyn frowned. “She?”

The bustle in the room halted and everyone stared at the girl.

“Mrs. Jane Murray,” the girl panted. “The future earl’s mother.”

Roslyn stared dumbly at her. “Here? Now?”

Mary bobbed her head. “The viscount’s mother is here in the foyer.”

Roslyn jumped to her feet. “You left her standing in the foyer?”

Mary’s eyes widened.

Roslyn pushed past her and raced toward the door. “Have tea prepared and sent to the parlor, immediately,” she called over her shoulder.

As she neared the foyer, she forced herself to a walk, in order to slow her pounding heart. She turned the corner and entered the foyer to find a slim woman dressed in a canary yellow day dress. Mrs. Murray had removed her bonnet and was fidgeting with the ribbon. She looked up at Roslyn’s approach.

“Good morning, ma’am.” Roslyn stopped and curtsied. “Forgive Mary for leaving you here in the foyer. If you will come with me, I will show you to the parlor, then fetch your son.”

The woman gave a small nod and followed Roslyn to the parlor. Thankfully, due to Mister Murray’s visit, the parlor drapes were open and a fire burned in the hearth.

“If you will have a seat, tea will be served presently.” Roslyn started to turn.

“Forgive me, but can you tell me, how is the earl?” the woman asked.

Roslyn drew in a breath. “He is doing as well as can be expected.”

Mrs. Murray’s attention shifted to her bonnet. “Are…how are he and my son getting on?”

Roslyn blinked. “I, uh, cannot say, ma’am. His lordship does not take me into his confidence. Neither does your son, of course,” she quickly added. She wasn’t lying, not exactly. Neither gentleman had told her anything, but she had eyes and it was clear the two were well on their way to reconciliation. “No doubt, Mister Murray will confide in you, ma’am.”

The woman gave a jerky nod and Roslyn realized she feared that her son’s new status might cause a rift between the two of them. Luckily, before the woman could ask another question, Mary entered carrying a tea tray.

“Mary, please see to Mrs. Murray,” Roslyn said. “I will fetch your son, ma’am.” Roslyn hurried away before the woman could reply.

Roslyn hurried to Mister Murray’s bedchambers and knocked. He opened the door, and she flushed at sight of his crisp white shirt open at the neck—a strong, tanned neck.

“Mrs. Green.”

Roslyn blinked. Surprise and—nae, she couldn’t be right—was that delight in his eyes? He smiled. She hadn’t noticed before what a beautiful smile he had. Well, she had noticed but, oddly, with the pleasure she clearly read on his face, he seemed even more handsome than he had at dinner last night.

“Mrs. Green?” he repeated.

“Uh.” Oh dear. Had she been staring? “I-I am sorry, sir. We have a visitor. Your mother.”

Surprise flickered across his face. “My mother? I hadn’t expected her.”

“She waits in the parlor, sir.

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