Glory and the Rake by Deborah Simmons

Author:Deborah Simmons [Simmons, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781459219571
Google: 0LfaKaf4usQC
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-12-02T23:00:00+00:00

Oberon frowned at just how wrong he had been, a rare occurrence theses days. His instincts were strong, his judgements astute, but in this instance, he had miscalculated. So he ducked under old beams under the eaves with Miss Sutton. And the assurances he had given himself were for naught because there weren’t any servants up here. Hell, there wouldn’t be any room for them.

Mercifully, the dismal space with its shrouded objects and aged crates did not invite intimacy. Dark and stuffy and crowded with forgotten items covered with a thick layer of dust, it did not even invite exploration.

‘Perhaps you should have one of the maids tidy up here before you begin searching,’ Oberon said.

‘I didn’t think of that,’ Miss Sutton admitted as she knelt before a crate. ‘When I was up here before, I left…rather abruptly. Can you move this lid?’ she asked, setting down her lantern.

Obviously, she was not bothered by the state of her surroundings, a trait that Oberon could only admire. Now he could add gritty work to the long list of things that Miss Sutton did not fear. Her only concession was to wear an apron over her sprigged muslin gown, which somehow managed to make her look even more appealing.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Oberon wondered whether he should leave Miss Sutton to her searching, for she was in no danger up here from anyone—except perhaps himself. But he took a seat upon a wooden box on the chance that she might need him, if only to move heavy items, and told himself he could prove useful. He was not prepared to admit how much he craved her company.

Leaning back against the wall, he watched her pull various pieces of clothing from the crate, dust motes drifting about her in the lantern light. And despite the peculiar circumstances, Oberon again felt that sense of rightness , just as though she was right where she ought to be—and so was he.

Even though he shook his head at such nonsense, Oberon took the opportunity to study his subject more carefully than ever before. There, in the quiet confines of the attic, he noted the tempting expanse of her throat, the quirk of her mouth as she examined a new object and the excited murmur she made when she found something of interest.

She chatted amiably over her discoveries, speculating on their past histories or possible uses, and Oberon was content to listen. There was something soothing about her voice, and yet, when it dropped to a husky whisper, he was stirred in a way that had little to do with comfort. In those instances, his gaze lingered on the slender curves he well remembered until he shifted uncomfortably and looked away.

‘What’s this?’ she asked, recapturing his attention as she bent down to shine her lantern deep under the eaves. ‘It looks like an old trunk that has been pushed out of sight.’

Her enthusiasm was refreshing and Oberon decided that was part of her attraction. When he

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