Kissing The Enemy (Scandals and Spies Book 1) by Dobbs Leighann & Williams Harmony

Author:Dobbs, Leighann & Williams, Harmony [Dobbs, Leighann]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-06-18T04:00:00+00:00

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Freddie sat squarely in the middle of the long table. The white tablecloth tickled her legs. To her right, at the very end of the table, was the Graylocke family, seated in a square next to the guests of honor, who Freddie gathered were also related to the Tenwick title in some peripheral way. The youngest, Lucy sat opposite her mother with the duke in between them. Diagonal from her, on the dowager duchess’s right, was Tristan. Several yards and myriad people separated them, but even so, every time Freddie cast her gaze toward the head of the table, she found Tristan staring at her. At that distance, in the shimmering light cast by the chandelier overhead, she couldn’t make out his expression.

Pressing her lips together, she focused on the food on her plate, spiced beef and creamed parsnips. With Tristan’s gaze on her, her stomach jumped and buzzed like it was filled with grasshoppers. She moved her food around her plate, but didn’t eat.

On Freddie’s left, her sister leaned closer. “I think Lord Graylocke is staring at you.”

Freddie didn’t look up. “You must be mistaken.”

“Am I?”

The wondering note in Charlie’s voice made Freddie rear her head in alarm. Her sister wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to her anymore. Instead, she was busy staring at the head of the table. Her eyes were narrowed, her thick brown eyelashes jutting out like the accusing point of fingers.

“I thought I caught him paying attention to you during Church this morning.”

Freddie didn’t like the look on her sister’s face. She gulped a hasty sip of wine. “How would you know? He wasn’t sitting with us.” Her voice emerged high and thin, not at all natural.

Charlie didn’t seem to notice. Her attention remained, unwaveringly, on Tristan. “He sat in the row behind us with his brothers. I saw him when I stretched my neck.”

Charlie always had a more difficult time concentrating during Church than Freddie.

She hazarded a gaze at Tristan. He appeared to notice her sister’s regard. A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth. He said something in reply to his mother and picked at his food, but a moment later, his gaze returned.

“Aha!”

The exclamation was no louder than a whisper, but Freddie cringed all the same. A quick glance down the table proved that no one appeared to have noticed. For that reason alone, Freddie was glad that Charlie had tenaciously claimed the seat next to her instead of adhering to the seating schedule that paired women with male partners on either side to encourage conversation. Freddie doubted that a man seated between them would have stopped her sister from engaging in this conversation. At least this way, they weren’t overheard.

Charlie leaned so close that the artfully arranged curl by her temple tickled Freddie’s cheek. “He did it again. He is definitely looking at you.”

“Are you certain he isn’t looking at you?”

Charlie wrinkled her nose. “Why would he be staring at me? We’ve scarcely exchanged two words.”

“And

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