Love for the Spinster by Stockton Kasey

Author:Stockton, Kasey [Stockton, Kasey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Love Possibility, Lifetime Love, Clean & Wholesome, Women's Fiction, Christian Stories, Forever Love, Love Inspired, Hearts Desire, Second Chance Reunion, Adult, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Victorian Era, Women 0f Worth Series, Historical, 19th Century, historical romance, Romance, Single Woman, Bachelor, Love-Family & Forever, Inspirational Reads, Home & Family, Honesty & Trust, Life-Changes
Amazon: B07SHNW6G2
Goodreads: 60559452
Publisher: Golden Owl Press
Published: 2019-06-06T07:00:00+00:00

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Fairlinn Court was elegant. Long, even columns lined the front of the house with dark windows set evenly on each side of the front portico. Our carriage pulled into the drive at dusk. The light stone wall glowed orange from the remaining sun and torches lined the entry. Major Heybourne and his wife greeted our party, and it was clear at once we were not the only people invited. I should have assumed, with our numbers so heavy in females, that the Heybournes would need to do something to even them up.

Mrs. Overton was set upon at once by Mrs. Bennington and I wanted to stay by her side, to protect the small woman from Mrs. Bennington’s vulgar claws. They moved into a corner and took seats on a couch, appearing to have a comfortable coze. I could see it for what it was, however; an inquisition.

“I am delighted you could make it,” Mrs. Heybourne said beside me, threading her arm through mine as she led me toward a set of chairs before the fireplace. A large dog lounged in front of the fire, taking me off guard.

Mrs. Heybourne noticed my reaction. “Do not mind Tiny, he is harmless. He usually sleeps with Thomas, but he has a lingering cough and keeps Tiny barking all night long. No one can get any sleep around here.”

“I hope he recovers quickly,” I said, concerned. It was too late now to ask if Thomas was her son. I merely had to assume.

“It is nothing,” she replied, waving away my unease. “Just a case of catching a chill. He will be right as rain in a matter of days.”

Mrs. Bowen occupied a nearby seat and beamed at me. She was apparently not too upset that I had to beg off the dinner at her house when Elsie and Lord Cameron visited.

“I cannot wait to introduce you to my sons,” she said.

A sudden wariness overtook me. Politeness forced me to say, “I would be pleased to meet them, I am sure.”

She stood straightaway, her round cheeks beaming, and cupped her hand under my elbow, pulling me toward a small group of men before I even had a chance to sit. Apparently, she had taken my words as a request, and I caught Mrs. Heybourne’s surprised face as I was dragged away.

“This is Miss Hurst,” Mrs. Bowen announced with all the enthusiasm of a fresh puppy. Turning to me, she proudly introduced her sons. “Alfred, John, Lucas, and the youngest one there is Henry.”

I curtsied to the men. I would not have guessed that the four tall, blonde, handsome men before me were the offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Bowen. The men were neither short nor portly, and while their parents possessed fair hair, that was just about the only trait they held in common.

Except, perhaps, the nose. If one squinted.

The men were as interested in me as they might be in a set of fashion plates. I received perfunctory smiles and nods before attention was arrested elsewhere.

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