A Woman Made for Pleasure by Michele Sinclair

Author:Michele Sinclair [Sinclair, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General
ISBN: 9781420126495
Google: FOAr0BlkSbIC
Amazon: 1420126490
Goodreads: 13082971
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2012-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

“It will not take but a minute,” Jennelle remarked as they approached her modiste’s residence. Despite its being in a side of town not normally frequented by nobility, they had been to Melinda Brinson’s several times. It was warm and inviting, and all three enjoyed playing with her baby son.

“Stop! Stop now!” Millie cried, getting the coachman’s attention. The closed carriage came to an immediate halt just before they were to turn onto Mrs. Brinson’s street. They were in the Wentworth carriage today because Chase had taken the curricle with him several days ago, along with the post chaise used for distance traveling. And right now, the curricle was parked outside of Mrs. Brinson’s small residence.

“What in the world?” Aimee asked under her breath, peeking out from behind the carriage curtains.

Millie was looking out the window also, sitting across from Aimee. Jennelle peeked over Millie’s shoulders just in time to see a crying Melinda Brinson throw her arms around Chase as they were standing outside.

Jennelle gasped. “Why that’s . . . that’s . . .” she stammered.

“My brother,” Aimee finished, her voice barely audible.

“Yes, but he’s with . . . with . . .” The back of Jennelle’s wrist pressed against her mouth, halting her attempt to state the obvious.

Millie had seen enough. Silently she released the curtains and sat back in the carriage seat, forcing herself to breathe.

Aimee closed her curtain and she and Jennelle leaned back in unison. “Why would my mother send you to Mrs. Brinson’s? This cannot be a coincidence.”

“It’s not,” Millie replied, fighting to keep her tone even and unaffected. “Not at all. Remember when we first arrived here, and we mentioned Lady Chaselton? We received blank stares until you mentioned your brother. It is obvious that Mrs. Brinson’s name and your mother’s instructions came from him.”

Aimee checked the window again. “He’s gone now.”

Millie was about to rap on the roof to signal the coachman to continue, but Aimee stopped her. “Are we still going to get Jennelle’s dress?”

“I do not think I want to any longer. At least not today,” Jennelle said in soft, sympathetic tones. She had seen the blood drain out of Millie’s face when she had witnessed the emotional embrace. Jennelle did not know the depth of the feelings Millie had for Charles Wentworth, but she knew they went beyond friendship. And for that to have happened, Charles must have encouraged her, repeatedly. The defensive walls around Millie’s heart were too solid for any other explanation. “Let us go home. I am not in the mood for a new dress. In fact, I am not too sure I ever want to visit that place again.”

Jennelle saw Millie’s unshed tears as she stared out the window. As the carriage began making its way through the crowded streets, Millie silently thanked her friend for understanding and not inquiring about what was in her heart.

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