Finding Lord Farlisle (Lost Lords Book 1) by Cassandra Dean

Author:Cassandra Dean [Dean, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Romance, London Society, England & Britain, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Sensual Story Theme, Novella Short Story, Lost Lords series, Lost Lords
Publisher: Cassandra Dean
Published: 2018-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Head against the wall, Maxim sat beside her, arm braced over one drawn up leg. Again he wore only a shirt, the neck open and baring a strong neck and jaw. In profile, his lashes hid the warm brown of his half-closed eyes, and dark stubble covered his jaw.

She was staring at him again. Jerking her gaze away, Alexandra looked down at the notebook in her lap. They’d been in the earl’s chamber since night had fallen after a day spent examining room after room, and as yet no spiritual activity had made itself known. She was not hopeful. Nothing of her investigations suggested the presence of a spirit. More likely any lights had been Maxim himself, or perhaps the villagers had been mistaken.

Her gaze drifted back to him. She couldn’t remember him ever before being so still. When they were children, he’d constantly been in motion, unable to sit for more than a few moments.

He swallowed, the movement of his throat mesmerising. Forcing her gaze from him once more, she examined instead the room. The mother-of-pearl inlaid in the mantelpiece glowed in the lamplight, casting a soft haze through the room that was reflected in the over-large, bevel-edged mirror—

Her shoulders drooped. “Oh.”

Maxim glanced at her, his eyes shadowed in the light. “What is it?”

“Look.” Getting to her feet, she brought the lamp near the fireplace. The mother of pearl glowed, caught by the mirror which amplified the light. “The cover has fallen off the mirror. The moon probably shone through the window, bounced off the inlay and reflected in the window.

“So it is solved?”

Disappointment licking through her, she stared at the mirror. “I think so.”

“But you are not certain.”

“As certain as I can be.”

“After less than four hours in this room, you have solved the case?”

The mockery in his tone took her by surprise. “I am good at this, Maxim.”

Picking at the fabric covering his knee, he didn’t respond. Finally, he said, “So, will you leave?”

She didn’t want to. “It still rains.”

“And that is why you will stay?”

It wasn’t her only reason. She would stay because of him. She would stay because it hurt to think of being where he wasn’t.

A thought occurred. “I think we should try to find the keys.” She warmed to the idea. “We should start tonight.”

Maxim got to his feet and held out his hand. “Come on, then.”

He hadn’t even hesitated. He hadn’t protested it a ridiculous notion. He merely offered his assistance. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, she placed her hand in his.

“Your hair.” He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers tracing the shell.

Breath caught, she stared up at him.

Intensely, he watched his thumb as it dragged across her jaw. Meeting her eyes, he cleared his throat. “I’ll take the lamp, shall I?” he said, his voice husky.

Dazed, she nodded. Collecting the lamp, he opened the door, strangely hesitant as he departed the chamber. Shaking herself, she followed.

Maxim led the way, holding a lamp high as they traversed the hallway.

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