Catherine Coulter - Magic Trilogy - 1 by Midsummer Magic

Author:Midsummer Magic [Magic, Midsummer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:43:40.187000+00:00

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"You have made a fool of me, Frances!" There, he'd said it, said what he really thought. He felt enraged, so angry that he wanted to spit nails.

"It wasn't difficult," she said, enraging him all the more. He took a step toward her, and she took a quick step back.

He saw the length of her now, and his face paled even more with anger. God, had he seen her in London as she was now, he would have been sniffing after her like a rutting stoat, along with all the other gentlemen of his acquaintance.

"You didn't want to see anything more than I presented," she said quickly, alarmed by the steely narrowing of his eyes.

Yes, I saw her.That was what Lyonel had said. "Damn you," he said aloud. "No woman has played me false."

"I told you that Marcus Carruthers wasn't my lover," she said, a bit of a sneer in her voice.

"And you're no timid little mouse, are you? Not a diffident bone in that body. Did you build a bonfire, Frances? Did all your ugly gowns and caps go up in flames? Were you laughing at me as you did it?"

"No, actually, I donated all those gowns to the rector. He was most grateful, I assure you."

"I am not a blind man," he said, knowing that he had been, knowing that he'd not only been blind, he'd been an abject fool.

"No, I am certain you are not, at least not in the normal course of events," Frances said, willing to be a bit conciliating now. "Your being forced to come to Kilbracken wasn't at all normal, however, but you see—" she continued, only to break off abruptly when Otis appeared in the doorway.

"My lady, is there anything you wish? Tea perhaps?"

Hawk swung around to see Otis, standing tall and unintimidated in the doorway, his eyes fixed on Frances.

Frances smiled. "That would be quite nice, thank you, Otis. My lord, should you like tea now?"

Hawk couldn't believe it. There was his butler, looking as stolid as a rock, speaking to her, protecting her!

"Yes," he nearly roared, then said, more quietly, despising himself for allowing this ridiculous situation to rile him, "Yes, I should. In the drawing room, Otis. "

To his further chagrin, Otis looked toward Frances. He saw her nod. The damned butler, his damned but-ler, was looking at her for her approval! He never should have left; he never . . .

"In the drawing room," Hawk said again, his voice as icy as a winter Yorkshire frost.

"Very well," Otis said, and withdrew with all his dignity still intact. Hawk's dignity was in tatters and he knew it. Suddenly he smiled, an evil smile.

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