Lyn Stone by The Viscount

Author:The Viscount
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

She was already shaking her head. “No. No, all I recall is falling to the grass. When I awoke, I was in bed at home. A simple faint. That’s what I thought it was.”

She began to pace, her hands twisting the handkerchief she held. Guy worried that she might experience another episode if he allowed her to upset herself any further.

He stopped her and pulled her to him, enfolding her in his arms as he’d wanted to do the minute he’d seen her after returning home. “We will sort this out, Lily. That’s what I’m here for.”

She pushed away and frowned up at him, her beautiful face a study in anger mixed with worry. “I am not a lunatic. I know I’m not!”

“Of course you aren’t,” he answered calmly, forcing a smile as he gently tucked a golden curl behind her ear. She batted his hand away and turned her back to him.

His heart seemed to shrivel inside his chest. After all these years of watching his father decline, must he now watch a wife suffer the same fate?

Not if he could help her, he declared inwardly. There had to be something he could do.

“I shall sleep in Beau’s room tonight,” she said. “That way I can reassure him if he awakens.” She looked over her shoulder at him, her brow creased with the announcement, as if she expected him to object.

“Excellent idea,” Guy agreed. What else could he do without sounding like a demanding beast? As badly as he wanted to hold her through the night, she would not believe that was his sole intent. Maybe it wasn’t. “Shall I move him to the trundle so you may have his bed?”

“No, thank you,” she whispered, looking vastly relieved. In a hasty, almost guilty, gesture of thanks, she approached him and squeezed his forearm. Quickly she rose on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. “Good night.” Then she hurried out of the room before he could respond.

Guy raked a hand through his hair and gripped the back of his neck, feeling the muscles there drawn tight as a drum head. God, he wanted a drink. He knew better than to drown his sorrows, but this occasion seemed to call for a thorough soaking.

However, he knew he could not afford that escape tonight. Not when Lily might call out to him. Or worse yet, when Beau might wake and cry out that something was wrong with his mother and he needed Guy’s help.

After he went to bed, Guy lay awake for hours, both doors of the dressing room that separated the bedrooms standing wide open so that he could listen for sounds of trouble.

That morning he had wanted time to think. Now he had entirely too much of it.

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