Abducted by a Fiery Lady by Ella Edon

Author:Ella Edon
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2019-08-14T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

DISCUSSION IN THE DARK

L uke leaned against the wall heavily. He closed his eyes.

“Dash it, Luke Preston. You’re in love with her.”

He grinned tiredly. He should have noticed that ages ago. He couldn’t believe he’d been so blind! He ran a weary hand down his face, recalling the sweet moments on the balcony.

“Emilia Herston…you kiss beautifully.”

He went red. Even saying it to the darkness, in the hallway of his own home, he felt embarrassed. He recalled how her lips felt on his, the way they were soft and full, like pillows of finest silk. He wanted to kiss them again and again.

“Dash it, Luke,” he said to himself again. “You’re being quite wicked.”

He smiled. An innocent kiss at a masked ball was hardly wicked – even for the Ton, who condoned slavery and child mine-workers, but condemned men and women playing on the same team for a game of croquet.

“Well, I know something. I know I’m in love and it feels terrific.”

He smiled again, wrapping his arms around himself. He made himself stand up, aware that he would look rather ridiculous, leaning on the wall of the hallway, should any of the servants chance upon him there.

“It’s time for bed.”

He dragged himself up the steps, feeling weary. As he passed the parlor, he noticed there was a fire still burning in the grate. He stopped and stared at it.

“Luke,” a voice called from within. “You’re back early.”

“Canmure!” Luke grinned, relieved. “I’d forgotten I said you should stay the night. How was the party?”

Canmure shook his head. “Reasonable. I lost at cards too many times. You’re right. I should stop.”

“Probably, yes,” Luke agreed.

“Raphaella’s asleep – she spent the whole evening dancing.” Canmure shook his head, a smile lifting his cheeks. He had taken off his elaborate waistcoat, and was dressed in an ordinary shirt and hose.

“It was a good ball,” Luke commented.

Canmure said nothing. He was sitting in the leather-backed chair by the fireplace. An empty tumbler sat by his side, evidence – along with the sweet smell – that he’d been sampling Luke’s whiskey.

“I hope you had fun?” Canmure asked, stretching. He looked tired.

“I had a remarkable night,” Luke said softly. He stayed where he was, standing by the fire. He watched the flames weave in and out, like dancing figures. He recalled the evening again, remembering every nuance of her gestures, the flush in her cheek.

“Sounds good. Met a lass, eh?” Canmure asked knowingly.

Luke shot him a glance. “What made you say that?”

His friend smiled. “Luke…I know what it looks like, and feels like, to be in love – you know that.”

Luke just stared into the flames, not sure what to say next. On the one hand, he felt comforted that, at least, somebody knew. On the other hand, he felt awkward at having been so easily read.

He heard Canmure stand up, hauling himself out of the chair. He grunted and limped towards the fire. “I know what loving someone feels like, and I know that there’s one thing you should never, ever do, when it comes to love.

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