Lord John's Dilemma by G.G. Vandagriff

Author:G.G. Vandagriff
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Orson Whitney Press
Published: 2015-02-26T08:00:00+00:00

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All the way to London, the scene in the daisy field visited John in flashes of light, dispelling his incipient melancholy. He had gone to there in hopes that it would raise his spirits and was thrilled to find he had company.

Dancing with the petite governess, holding her in his arms, had seemed so natural. And her presence had lifted his heart, as usual, warming him clear through. He was more determined than ever to discover her background. At least now he knew Haverley wasn’t her name. Was she in hiding? The more he thought about it, the more he believed that must be the answer. He had no intention of putting her in danger or at risk in any way.

I just want to know who she is!

Tompkins knew the gentry in Kent. The governess was distinctive with her red hair and small stature. And John knew something of her family. Surely, if she was from there, Tompkins would know who she was. He must know all the lieutenants serving from Kent, particularly those who gave their lives.

He turned his mind forcibly to considering his business in London.

Alex had written ahead, and a room was waiting for John at Grenville House when he arrived late in the afternoon, three days after setting out. He took a much-needed bath, shaved, and dressed, then set out for Brooks’ to have his evening meal.

It had been years since he had been to his club, and there were many fond greetings and offers to share a bottle of claret. The evening passed in much conviviality. He sent a note around to Alan Caldwell, asking Anabella’s husband if they could lunch together the next day.

When he returned to Grenville House that night, a note was awaiting him, confirming the luncheon plan and suggesting they meet at Willows, the doctor’s town house. Tired after his long journey, John disrobed and went to bed. He slept badly, however, with nightmares of his last battle marching through his mind and waking him continually. Only toward dawn did he think to counter them with thoughts of Grenville Manor, the daisy field, and a certain red-headed minx. Miss Lindsay had never been further from his mind.

When he woke mid-morning, he faced an unpleasant thought. He could not continue to fantasize about the governess. Even if things did not come to fruition with Miss Lindsay, as he was beginning to think they would not, it would be a horrible insult to her and her family if he preferred the erstwhile Miss Haverley.

Unless I can unmask her identity. Unless I can provide her safety from whatever she fears. I would be willing to wager she outranks the daughter of a viscount.

At some point, the woman had become more than just a mystery to him. He knew nothing at all about her except that she carried the sunshine with her. But that was very self-serving, surely. What had he to offer? A disposition that was rendered half-mad with melancholy? If he cared about her at all, he would leave her and her mysterious origins alone.

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