How to Train a Viscount by Blythe Bianca

Author:Blythe, Bianca [Blythe, Bianca]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: wallflower, spinster, my fair lady, regency romance humor, pygmalion, former spy, historical romance cinderella, aristocrat, deception, romance mistaken identity, the cape colony, wealthy hero, viscount
Publisher: Bianca Blythe
Published: 2019-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lady Isla was there.

A rather wet, rather fragile version, but it was definitely her.

“My Lady!” The butler widened his eyes.

“Lord Tremont?” she squeaked.

“You’re wet,” Adam said dumbly.

“Er—yes. I was in the garden after the carriage returned.” Lady Isla’s skin pinkened. “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you,” he confessed.

“It seems I underestimated your powers,” the butler said drily to Adam.

“I’m fine,” Lady Isla said, raising her chin, seeming oblivious to the fact that water continued to drip from it. “Obviously.”

“It’s not that obvious,” Adam remarked.

“I—” Isla’s slender throat moved, as if she were swallowing. She still seemed uneasy.

“I think you require a second tea,” Adam said.

“A second tea?” Isla’s lips curled. “I don’t believe you like any tea.”

“And yet, you do.” He shrugged. “Besides, perhaps I’ve developed a passion for it. And I think it would have certain definite warming benefits.”

“I shall inform the housekeeper,” the butler said. “The viscount is correct about the benefits of hot drinks. I’m personally partial to honey, hot water and—er—brandy.”

“That is genius,” Adam said. “I shall have that.”

“Very well, My Lord.” Giles gave a slight bow.

“You know, I believe I’m growing on him,” Adam remarked, once the butler had left the room.

“You are most affable,” Isla said, but her voice sounded more wistful, and he gazed at her sharply.

“I’ll meet you in the parlor,” Isla said.

“Very well.” He hesitated and then gave a bow.

She grinned and dipped into a curtsy. In the next moment, she was gone.

Adam gazed around the hallway.

Isla appeared soon. She’d changed her attire, and she wore a cap. The hair that was visible was arranged in a simple style.

“Your hair isn’t curly,” he said.

“No.”

“It’s straight.”

She nodded. “Are we learning about shapes?”

“Er—no.” He looked down. “Naturally not. I just meant it’s...pretty.” The word came out hoarsely, even though it was two simple syllables, and neither one should have the power to transform his throat to hoarseness or cause his chest to ache.

Lady Isla had told him men were supposed to give women compliments. A generosity with compliments was a sign of a gentleman.

And yet, this compliment had seemed like...more.

This compliment seemed to reveal things he wasn’t certain existed.

He looked down hastily and hoped Lady Isla would not think his sudden fascination with his napkin too absurd. After all, the pattern was not unappealing, though Adam never understood the fascination women had with putting flowers on their dresses, their china, their textiles, when they could go outside and see real flowers.

Real flowers were far superior, even though they hardly competed with the wonders of animals and did not possess the practicality of vegetables.

“The drinks should be here shortly,” the butler said.

“Thank you.”

The butler remained at the door, shifting his legs.

She glanced at the butler. “You may go now.”

“Are you certain, My Lady?”

“Yes.”

The butler nodded reluctantly and then left.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.