Bewitched by the Bluestocking by Eaton Jillian

Bewitched by the Bluestocking by Eaton Jillian

Author:Eaton, Jillian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Historical, Romance
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2021-01-25T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twelve

Joanna smelled the scotch before she entered Kincaid’s office. Woodsy with an underlying hint of peat moss, the scent of it filled her nostrils as soon as she stepped into the foyer. Her brow furrowing, she left her cloak and hat on as she made her way to the door. It was partially ajar, and her brisk knock pushed it all the way open to reveal the usual cluttered disorder. As well as Kincaid, only partially clothed, sprawled on the bed in the corner.

With a gasp, she slammed the door shut. The sound struck the silence like a gunshot, and she cringed when she heard the unmistakable thump of a body striking the floor, followed by a strangled curse.

“Fuck,” Kincaid groaned, his voice muffled by the wood between them. “Sterling, is that you?”

“I’m—I’m afraid not. I am terribly sorry,” Joanna apologized as she hesitantly opened the door. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I didn’t realize you were,”—passed out drunk in your office without a shirt on—“indisposed. I can return later, if you’d like.”

“No,” he said, to her immense surprise. “Come in.” Grimacing, he managed to push himself up into a sitting position before he leaned back against the bedrail and covered his face with his hands. “You don’t happen to see a shirt anywhere, do you? And coffee.” Amber eyes shot through with red peeked hopefully at her from between his fingers. “I’d pay a king’s ransom for a cup of coffee.”

Joanna did not see any clothing strewn about, but there was half a cup of coffee on the corner of his desk. “Will this do?” she asked, holding it out to him. “It’s cold. I could make a—”

“It’s fine,” he said, snatching the ceramic mug out of her hand.

She watched, bemused, as Kincaid guzzled the coffee down before staggering to his feet. When he squinted, she immediately guessed what the problem was and began to look for his spectacles. After a brief search, she found the wire-rimmed glasses underneath his pillow.

“Here,” she said. “These should help.”

He accepted the spectacles and slipped them on, then blinked and frowned at her as his gaze refocused. “I…thank you, Miss Thorncroft.” As a ruddy flush began to spread up his neck and into his face, he averted his stare to a spot on the wall several inches above her head. “I apologize that you have to see me like this. It’s inappropriate, and inexcusable. If you’d be so kind as to leave—”

“I am not going anywhere,” she interrupted. This may not have been how she’d planned to begin their day together, but she wasn’t about to let him shoo her away like a pesky fly. For nearly half the night, she’d stayed awake. While Evie slept, her soft snores resonating through the bedroom like the rising and falling of the tide, Joanna’s thoughts had been centered on Kincaid. And what she would do when she saw him in the morning.

Her plan had been to boldly enter his office, command his attention,



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