Halloween Magic by Sandra Heath

Author:Sandra Heath [Heath, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Belgrave House
Published: 1996-08-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Kent was very beautiful, a rolling landscape of orchards and villages, with the sea sparkling on the horizon, and Dartley Place was a very elegant house, but all Verity could think of was returning to London. She willed the days away, but as July slipped slowly into August, and the summer sun grew hotter than ever, it began to feel as if she would never see Nicholas again. His kisses burned on her lips each night as she lay in bed, and when she fell asleep, she dreamed of being in his arms again.

The occasion referred to as the Stratford wedding was splendid, and since a large portion of the beau monde attended the Canterbury cathedral ceremony, it was as if the Season had removed to the country for a week or so. Verity wasn’t acquainted with either the bride or groom, but her uncle was an old friend of the groom’s parents, whose property Dartley Place was.

As the end of the Kentish sojourn drew in sight, she was alarmed when at the last moment their hosts urged them to stay on a little longer, but to her relief her uncle politely declined, and on a misty morning that seemed to herald the oddly early onset of autumn, the traveling carriage set off down the drive, and on to the London road.

As soon as they reached Dover Street again, Verity sent a message to Grosvenor Square. If Nicholas remained true to his word, he’d be waiting at the foot of Hay Hill the following morning. How she slept that night she didn’t know, for she was in such an agony of nervous suspense that she tossed and turned restlessly until nearly dawn. But at last it was the next day, and she got up to dress.

Joshua made it quite easy for her to go out, for he fell asleep over his newspaper after breakfast. She dressed with care, choosing a buttermilk lawn walking gown, a gray velvet spencer, and a pert little gray jockey bonnet from the back of which a long matching net scarf trailed as far as her hem. Most of her hair was hidden beneath the bonnet, but Jeanne had teased a frame of little golden curls around her forehead, and as she studied herself in the mirror before leaving, she decided she looked every inch the London lady of fashion.

But as she left word with the butler that she would be back in time for luncheon, and then slipped across Dover Street and down into Hay Hill, her polished Mayfair exterior hid the nervous country girl within. Remorse touched her for a moment as she glanced back at the house. She was deceiving Uncle Joshua very badly indeed, and doing her reputation no good at all if any of this should be discovered, but she could no more help herself than she could have flown around St. Paul’s cathedral. She was captive to the overwhelming passion she felt toward Nicholas Montacute.

Suddenly he was in front

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