London Lace, Series Complete Set by Martine Catou

Author:Martine, Catou [Martine, Catou]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: ORLY Press
Published: 2013-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

At the top of the stairs they turned to the left. Todd’s room was at the other end of house, exactly opposite where Eliza’s was situated.

“I didn’t realize you put me as far away from you as possible.”

“I didn’t want you to think I had expectations.”

“What if I did?” she said ruefully.

He chuckled lightly. After this evening, she knew he wasn’t in much of a laughing mood, but she did want to cheer him up as best she could.

“Then I assumed you’d put in the efforts to get those expectations fulfilled.”

She smiled. “But now you’re making it easier for me?”

He shook his head. “Actually, I’m trying to make it easier for me.” He sighed heavily as his sadness returned. “Eliza, I might not be up for… I mean, all this has been pretty emotional for me.”

She squeezed his hand. “No expectations.”

His room, or rather rooms were decked out in reds, pale golds, mahogany wood, and leather. A dark marble mantel framed a flickering fire. A mirror hung above the fireplace, which dominated the wall directly across from the bed, a heavy four-poster canopy seemingly built for a king— plus a queen and a bunch of courtiers. It was huge.

“Is this what they call a California King?” said Eliza running her fingers along the velvet foot blanket.

Todd shrugged. “It’s the biggest I could get. I like my space.”

“So I can see.”

She padded over the thick-pile carpet taking in the small details. On the walls were several oil paintings of horses. Of course. On the mantel was black and white photo in a silver frame.

“Are these your parents?”

“The day they were married.”

His mother had been a refined beauty, yet something in her smile and her gaze looked mischievous, playful. The groom, Todd’s father, looked besotted.

“Her dress is gorgeous.” It was simple and stunning, the lace a delicate weave cupping her bosom and framing her narrow waist. Another thin sheath overlay the long bell-shaped skirt that fell to her ankles. And another piece, flecked with pearls, cascaded along the length of her hair—the veil, that which first hides and then reveals a bride’s love.

Eliza turned away from the picture, away from the mesmerizing yet disturbing image of a happy couple.

Todd sat down in one of the leather chairs beside the fire and took his shoes off. Once he had both off, she picked them up and carried them to his closet.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said.

“I know.” But it gave her a chance to do something for him, and take a peek in his closet. In addition to a few suits (which she’d only seen him wearing once, in the tabloid photograph with Melissa), she noticed several stacks of trousers, jumpers, and Oxfords.

“All my clothes are in my room,” said Eliza.

“You shouldn’t need anything.”

“I should at least go get my toothbrush.”

“But you’ll come back?”

“Of course,” she said. It was odd seeing him like this, so sad, so vulnerable, like an insecure boy. She walked over and kissed his forehead.

“Don’t worry. I’ll just be a few minutes.

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