Gaming Hell Christmas Volume 2 by Kathy L Wheeler

Author:Kathy L Wheeler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christmas, Holiday, anthology, georgian, romance, second chance love, duke, peerage, amanda mccabe, kathy l wheeler, gaming hell, casino, regency, historical romance, best selling authors, amazon, feisty heroine, nobility, earl, artist, meet cute, london society, beau monde, haute ton, prequel, series romance, bestselling romance, mystery romance, family, viscount, miscommunication, rogue, libertine, rebel, fortune teller, thief, best friends
Publisher: Chisel Imprint
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Four

The next day

Phil woke early after a fitful night of tossing and turning, her dreams besieged by mocking, then piercing intensity of emerald greens that seemed to see through to her soul, and her body falling heedlessly into the sky. She lay in her large bed ensconced by the warmth of a fire in the hearth, indicating the servants were already about their day.

A memory nagged her from long ago. She and Tori sitting on Priory Beach’s golden sands, a text of Ancient Greece clutched within her fingers—anything to keep from venturing within the lapping waves of the English Channel. She’d glossed over the writings of Eratosthenes. The detail and numbers had been too overwhelming for a girl on the brink of womanhood at the grand age of fourteen, she thought wryly. She’d preferred the other stories on Eratosthenes. The man hadn’t just dabbled in geography. He’d also been a poet and music theorist.

Kerse would likely throttle her if she mentioned “dabbled” in regard to the ancient mathematician. The thought initiated a grin. Oh! Kerse, curse him. He’d made her miss her reading with Mr. Rowe.

Phil bolted from the bed and was thrilled to see warm water had already been poured into the basin. She quickly washed and donned a dark frock. She had to dig out one of her less fashionable reticules from the wardrobe and transfer her writing tablet, graphite stick, coin pouch, and Mrs. Radcliff novel. But that done, she stole from her bed chamber and out of the house via the terrace to hail a hackney for Soho.

Snow dusted the ground amidst light falling flakes. The rain from the previous day had not helped the muck in the road, but neither had it made travel impossible.

Soho was a mere ten-minute ride from Staunton House. Just far enough to render the foreseer in a slightly less than savory portion of London. And though Phil was jittery, she remained cognizant of her surroundings bent on a different sort of enquiry this morning for Mr. Rowe.

Earlier than her usual time, Phil found the shop door locked. She knocked firmly and moments later she was admitted inside by a young girl of twelve or thirteen who favored Mr. Rowe by an absurd degree. His daughter then. “Mornin’, miss. This way, if’n ye please. Papa missed you yesterday.”

“Yes. I’m sorry about that.” Phil was touched by a shaft of guilt. “I was unavoidably detained.”

“Well, Papa has a busy morn. He might have to up’n ’is fee,” the girl said with a sly look at Phil over her shoulder.

Phil pulled up and eyed the girl’s back. She’d dealt enough over the years with persons who sought to vying for an unfair opportunity when one presented itself. “Hmm. I see. Perhaps I should return at a later date then?”

Uncertainty crossed the girl’s features. “Oh, no, miss. I’ll be lettin’ ’im know. Ye can trust me.”

“Thank you,” Phil murmured.

She led Phil into a room with walls covered with dark curtains that kept all light

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