Love for all Seasons by Knight-Catania Jerrica

Author:Knight-Catania, Jerrica
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, christmas, historical romance, regency, regency romance, novella, jerrica knightcatania
Publisher: Jerrica Knight-Catania

Three days passed with no word from Tristan, and Patience couldn’t deny she was a bit disappointed. She’d dared a few peeks at the little red book while she waited to hear from him, but always snapped it shut again when that blasted tingle crept into her intimate spot. Then she would always turn her attention to one of her many ladylike pursuits like needlepoint or the piano. She wasn’t terribly skilled at either, but she was passably good, and Mother had always said it was important to be diversified in one’s pastimes. Patience didn’t fully understand why, but she’d done as her mother had instructed and applied herself to learning these important skills.

She had also used the time in Tristan’s absence to write to her friends, asking for their help at Vauxhall. Pippa and Georgie would be in attendance, along with the Marquess of Berkswell and Lord Harrison Casemore. Surely the girls could get one of those two upstanding men—or maybe even both!—to stumble upon her in a compromising position with Tristan. Not little-red-book compromising, but even a simple kiss should do the trick, especially where Berkswell was concerned.

“This came for you, miss,” Marcie said from the doorway of her room. She stood there with a small, folded note in her hand.

Patience bade her to come in and when Marcie handed the note over, Patience was flooded with relief. It was from Tristan, and thankfully, he was confirming tonight’s plans to attend the concert at Vauxhall.

“Lord Swaffham?” Marcie asked, causing Patience to snap from her trance. She wasn’t sure why she was blushing, but she was, and she couldn’t stop herself.

“Yes, Marcie. We’re going to Vauxhall tonight.”

Marcie dutifully crossed to the armoire. “What shall you wear, then? Yellow? White?”

“Not the white,” Patience said quickly. It felt too virginal; too clean. Not appropriate for a planned assignation and marriage trap. “What about the blue one?”

Marcie scrunched her nose up and turned back to the closet. “What about this one?”

She pulled out her orange silk gown, and Patience had to fight back the tears. It had been her mother’s favorite fabric, and she’d commissioned this dress to be made for Patience just before she left for India. She’d had high hopes for the gown, and Patience understood why. The way the silk was woven made the gown shiny and iridescent. It reflected the hues of whatever you were standing near—certainly exotic and unique. Unique enough to entrance a man like Tristan? That was yet to be seen.

“All right,” she said at last. “I think that will be perfect.”

When the time came, Patience was dressed and ready for the evening. Her cousin arrived first and lounged lazily on the settee in the main parlor while they waited for Tristan.

“Come away from the window, Patience,” Rowan said. She wondered how he knew she was staring out the window when he had his arm draped across his eyes. “He’ll be here soon enough. It’s not even seven yet.”

She knew he was right. It was still early, and there was no point watching the street for his arrival.

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