A View to a Kiss by Caroline Linden

Author:Caroline Linden
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: HarperCollins

Harry let himself into the Fenton Lane house, gasping for air. His lungs burned as if he’d run from the park instead of walking doggedly along in Wroth’s shuffling gait. Damn it! Why did he have to see her there? And what on earth was she thinking, to force him to call on her? He threw down his walking stick and stripped off the suffocating coat. With an oath, he pulled the cravat from his neck and kicked off the terrible shoes. He hated Wroth now, hated the old man he must don like a second skin. He faced the terrible likelihood that Mariah had seen right through him. And he’d thought he was safe from her, after extracting her promise!

And now what was he to do? He’d just given his word to the Earl of Doncaster that he would call on them. Stafford would throw him in Newgate. How was he to get out of this mess?

He let his head fall back against the door with a sharp crack, welcoming the spike of pain. The pain was good. It might prod his brain to produce a solution to the problem, a problem he knew all too well was entirely his creation. He never should have spoken to her in the first place. He certainly shouldn’t have dared to slip into her bedroom and talk to her not once, but night after night. And he ought to be drawn and quartered for almost making love to her.

The hard wall at his back was beginning to feel too comfortable. His head might as well have been stuffed with wool. He had crept too far out on the limb, and now felt it begin to give way beneath his feet. Unfortunately, if he came crashing down, everyone else would come with him.

He gathered up his discarded clothing and trudged up the stairs to his room. He only had a short time to change back into Mr. Towne after shadowing Lord Crane to a botanical lecture in Wroth’s clothing. If Ian hadn’t been occupied driving Angelique, he would have gone in the carriage and not even had the choice of walking home through the park. And he’d walked because it was a fine day, and knew he would spend the rest of it closed up in Crane’s study. Cursed sunshine, he thought as he jerked his shirt off and hung his head.

Harry pressed his fists to his forehead. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. It seemed his sins were catching up to him at last.

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