Lancelot's Lady by D'Angelo Cherish & Tardif Cheryl Kaye

Author:D'Angelo, Cherish & Tardif, Cheryl Kaye [D'Angelo, Cherish]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Imajin Books
Published: 2010-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Rhianna spent most of the day in bed. She stared up at the ceiling and played out variations of an imaginary conversation with Jonathan―where she revealed what had happened in her youth. No matter how the conversations played out, she was left with the same results. Jonathan would storm out of the house, unable to look at her, sickened by her…blaming her.

He's not like that.

But how could she be sure? She didn't know much about the man. She knew nothing of his history, where he came from, his youth. He'd probably had the perfect upbringing and never had to face such vile ugliness.

Do you want to bring that into his life? Into Misty's?

They deserved better.

She threw one arm across her face. "Just finish your time here and leave. You'll forget about them after a while."

But would she? How could she possibly forget the gentle caresses of Jonathan's hands on her body or his soft lips on her breast? Even now, she wanted more.

Rhianna let out a moan. "Don't think of that."

Turning on one side, she caught sight of the framed photograph of JT. It had fallen into the open drawer of the nightstand. Jonathan must have knocked it over when he'd carried her to her room.

"JT, why did you send me here?"

Higginson must have allowed JT to make the arrangements. Still, it was unlike the butler not to confirm everything. JT's memory was not the best.

She placed the photograph back on the table. Closing the drawer, she saw her cell phone on the floor. Something else Jonathan must have knocked over. She picked it up and flipped it open, knowing there'd be no signal. And there wasn't.

No phone. No radio. No way to contact anyone.

Rhianna released a frustrated groan.

It hadn't been her idea to get stranded on this blasted island. Fate had intervened, however, and now she was stuck here, but one day Angelina's Isle would be a past memory.

Would she view it with relief or regret?

By late afternoon, Rhianna decided she'd spent enough time sulking and wishing for something she couldn't have, so she headed downstairs. Surprisingly, her foot didn't hurt at all. Or maybe she just couldn't feel it because of the sharp pain she felt in her heart.

As she reached the bottom step, she heard Mrs. Atkinson's familiar whistling coming from the kitchen. She found the housekeeper chopping potatoes, while Misty sat at the table and rolled a large carrot between her palms.

"Hello, dear," Mrs. Atkinson said. "How's your foot?"

"Much better, thank you." Rhianna inhaled deeply. "Something smells fabulous. What is it?"

The older woman smiled. "Your supper."

"We grew everything in the garden," Misty signed. She pointed to a basket filled with various vegetables. "Mrs. Atkinson let me help her pick them. We're making chicken soup."

Rhianna smiled. "So you had a good day?"

"A great day."

Misty skipped around the kitchen, a grin plastered on her face. Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at Rhianna with innocent blue eyes. "What did you do today?"

Rhianna stifled a cough. "Well, I…"

She didn't know what to say.

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