Lord of Regrets by Sabrina Darby

Author:Sabrina Darby [Darby, Sabrina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Regency, General
ISBN: 9781633750661
Google: Bf9MBAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00MSZECI6
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2014-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

In the large oval glass, Natasha watched Marcus’s progress across the bedroom––her bedroom––and shivered. The draft from the open window was much more prominent now.

“This one as well then,” Mrs. Burgh noted.

At that extraneous piece of commentary, she turned her attention back to the turquoise length of cloth upon which both her new mother-in-law and her husband had agreed and relinquished it into the waiting hands of one of the seamstresses. Standing in only her shift once more, she nearly dared her husband to look back. But he had crossed through the wide double doors back into his room, his mother beside him.

She shivered again and stepped down from the pedestal, accepting her dressing robe from the other seamstress. She spied her daughter, perched on the round upholstered ottoman, clutching the pretty length of pink ribbon Mrs. Burgh had earlier tied in the young girl’s hair. Leona looked ready for a nap.

“Are we finished?” Natasha asked the dressmaker.

“Unless Lady Templeton has any more orders,” Mrs. Burgh replied, looking up from her notes. “I believe we have covered all the necessities and the frivolities as well.”

Natasha laughed. “I’ll just be a few minutes. Come along, Leona. Let’s get you to the nursery.”

She watched her daughter hop down from her seat. “I’m not sleepy,” she protested. Despite Leona’s words, it wasn’t long before she was asleep in her bed, long lashes fluttering in dreams.

When Natasha returned to her room, Mrs. Burgh and her assistants had finished packing, and the footmen were in the process of carrying all the packages and bolts of cloth down to the waiting carriage. Her mother-in-law was nowhere about, so she thanked the dressmaker. When she could finally close the door behind them, Natasha lay down on her bed and let herself sink into the soft mattress. While her world had changed completely in the last few days, it was not overly difficult to adjust to a life of increased leisure. With an indulgent stretch, she reached up to pull the bell cord. The greatest pleasure was the ability to order up a hot bath without having to boil and heft the steaming buckets of water herself.

She closed her eyes as she waited, but when she heard the door creaking open, the sound came from the wrong direction. She let out her breath with a deep shudder, sinking farther into the feather mattress. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was Marcus. She could feel him entering the room, sucking up air, taking up space. Slowly, she turned her head, her cheek resting on the pillow, and then she opened her eyes. It occurred to her too late that she was vulnerable, lying on the bed as she was. He was already next to her, sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg bent before him and the other hanging off the side.

“Exhausted, are you?” he asked, and the tenderness in his voice, the deep warmth of it, was so seductively inviting. His

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