How to Train Your Baron (What Happens in the Ballroom) by Lloyd Diana

Author:Lloyd, Diana
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Amara, Regency Romances, Historical romances, Historical Fiction, Historical Regency Fiction, Regency Historical Romance, Romance Literary Fiction, Scottish Historical Romance, Historical British Fiction, Historical Scottish Fiction, Romantic Comedy, Regency, England, Scotland, Revenge, Redemption, Accidental marriage, Opposites attract
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Rather than cane or strop, this master of the hound allows for a more restrained response. It is the hound’s mission to please always and the master’s duty to reward that above all other.” Oglethorpe’s Treatise on the Obedient Canine

“Time for bed, Elsinore.”

Already dressed for bed, she’d been staring at the remains of their supper, watching the stew grow cold as the candles burned down. With trembling hands, she fussed about the small dining table, stacking dishes and eating utensils back on the tray. She’d rearranged the stack twice before she felt Quin’s hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll take care of those,” he said, as he gathered up the tray and placed it on the floor in the hall just outside the doorway.

Elsinore took advantage of his industry by slipping out of her robe and folding it over the back of her chair before crawling into the bed and pulling the counterpane up to her chin. There was something simmering just under his skin that she couldn’t name. It wasn’t exactly anger, it was more that Quin was terribly, nearly desperately, troubled by something. And she knew whatever it was, it had something to do with her. She closed her eyes and tried to feign sleep.

She listened to him move about the room, his boots scuffled on the floor as he removed them, followed by the rustling of clothing. The unmistakable swish-swish of bristles as he brushed the road dust from his coat. They were the comforting, mundane sounds that tracked his progress about the room. Another rustle of fabric and she imagined his crisp white shirt being folded over the back of a chair, perhaps side by side with her robe.

How long ago it seemed that she vowed to make him fall in love with her. It had all started off so well with his kisses. Surely that was something she could build upon. How could he make her feel such things while he felt nothing? She was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

She turned her face into the pillow, hiding a frustrated blush as the memories flooded her body from head to toe. She recalled the feel of him, the taste of him, and even the scent of him. She knew the texture of his hair, the softness of his lips, and the exact angle of his jawline. She played a scandalous game once at the Darden’s house party called “blind man’s buff,” and she knew that for the rest of her life she’d be able to recognize Quin by touch alone.

But he wouldn’t be around for the rest of her life unless she could stick to her plan of training Quin to fall in love with her. Tears once again prickled behind her eyes. No, she told herself, I will shed no more tears for him. She was his wife whether either of them liked it or not. What was it her father liked to say? Oh, yes, you may lose a battle but still win the war.

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