Educating His Elinor by Viola Morne

Author:Viola Morne [Morne, Viola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781627504171
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2014-04-29T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Winter fidgeted on the hard church pew. Christ, the vicar was even more long-winded than usual. If he wasn't the squire, he wouldn't bother attending. Any man who'd experienced the carnage of a battlefield should wonder about the existence of a merciful God.

He glanced at Elinor as she sat beside him. She looked distractingly pretty in a modest green dress. The vicar kept stealing a glance at his ward , and . Winter frowned at him the vicar . He had better bloody well keep his eyes off her. The vicar noticed his expression, and his usual toneless delivery stumbled and paused. Somehow the "bells of Christ" became the "balls of Christ" in his garbled version. Cretin. Elinor giggled audibly, and the vicar turned beet red. He rushed over the remainder of his sermon, eyes fixed on the pulpit. Winter heard the congregation behind him, the rustling sound of people whispering. Were they talking about the hapless vicar, or Elinor's laughter?

The service ended soon after, and Winter escorted Elinor out of the church. The vicar shook his hand, but couldn't meet his eyes. He felt a flicker of pity. Elinor's gaze rested on the vicar demurely for a moment , before she looked away. He saw her lip quiver. This wouldn't do. He couldn't have his ward laughing in public at the vicar. This was his church , and his people. His frown returned. His naughty girl was in so much trouble.

He ushered her into the waiting carriage. "Well, what have you to say for yourself?"

Elinor attempted a look of innocence, which slipped off her face when she read his expression. She bit her lip. His gaze dropped to her mouth. How he longed to be the one biting those lovely lips.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to laugh out loud . , It it was just so funny..."

Well, it had been. But he'd warned her of his expectations regarding her conduct. His fingers flexed inside his gloves. He'd warned her.

"It seems I have forgotten an important step in your education. You require training in obedience and proper behavior. I am very displeased. We will speak more of this later, once I determine your punishment. Rest assured, my dear, that it will be severe."

Elinor gulped. She looked frightened, her big eyes wide, her lips trembling. His groin tightened. Christ, he needed a drink. He couldn't stomach another cup of tea. Just a small glass of brandy. No harm in that. The carriage continued on to Winterhill in silence.

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Elinor glanced at the long case clock in the hall again. Almost the appointed time for her training session with the major. The last of the servants, given a free evening, had left the house. He must already be upstairs. She swallowed. What exactly did he mean by training? Winter had told her to meet him upstairs, in the mysterious second - floor room that was always kept locked.

Elinor stood up , and paced the length of the hall. She'd giggled during the vicar's sermon on Saturday , and shamed her guardian.

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