Her Muse, Lord Patrick by Jane Charles

Author:Jane Charles [Jane Charles]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Paranormal, Regency, Historical Romance, Ghosts, Romance, love story
ISBN: 1497508711
Amazon: B00JOH7OVI
Goodreads: 21969409
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2014-04-12T23:00:00+00:00

Patrick waited for Laura in the breakfast room where her aunt and uncle were already seated and enjoying their morning meal. Upon her arrive, he pulled away from the wall where he had been leaning and met her halfway into the room. He put a hand at the small of her back and escorted her to the table. When they reached her seat, Patrick attempted to pull out her chair, but his hand slipped through the wooden back. With a sad smile she stepped aside for the footman already waiting to assist.

“Good morning, dear.” Aunt Ivy brightened. “The blue looks lovely on you. I am so glad you have chosen to wear a new color. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you.” Aunt Ivy had regained some of the color she lost yesterday and her hands no longer shook. Perhaps she should wait and tell her uncle in private what she had seen.

Uncle Edmond barely glanced at her over his paper, and then he grunted before he went back to reading.

The footman poured a cup of tea and placed a plate of food before her. Patrick slid into the chair at her side. It was odd eating in front of him, but it wasn’t as if he could partake.

“You need to say somethin’,” Patrick reminded her.

“Shush,” she hissed back.

“Did you say something, Laura?”

“I am sorry, Aunt Ivy. I was just thinking out loud.” She really wished Patrick would not talk to her while there were other people in the room. She would need to discuss this with him. Surely, he would understand that answering him in the presence of others would be disturbing to everyone present.

“Tell Torrington.”

“Fine,” Laura whispered and then smiled at her aunt who watched her closely. A frown marred her brow.

“Uncle Edmond?” She sipped her tea and waited for his response. Her uncle enjoyed his morning post and it was not unusual for him to finish reading whatever held his attention before he acknowledged others. As a child she’d thought he simply ignored everyone. That was not so, he simply put them off. Laura would wait. She turned her attention to the food on her plate. It was the same meal she had been served each morning since her arrival: herring, eggs, ham and toast. She really could do without the herring and had asked that it not be added to her plate. Yet, there it was on her plat every morning, regardless. Laura used her fork to move it off to the side, away from the food she did enjoy.

“No herring?” Patrick leaned toward the plate and sniffed. He grimaced and leaned back. “I understand.”

Laura schooled her features, as her aunt still had a close eye on her, and took a bit of her ham.

As was their morning ritual, those gathered ate in silence after the greeting. Her uncle preferred silence so he could read while he enjoyed his meal. Neither Aunt Ivy nor Laura spoke a word until he folded his paper and placed it on the table.

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