Maggie Shayne - Twilight Series 10 by Twilight Vows

Author:Twilight Vows [Vows, Twilight]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:18:48+00:00

Chapter 8

All the modern conveniences," she muttered, alone in her suite of rooms. He'd gone, left her here

on her own, and he probably believed she preferred it that way.

She didn't. This place was too large, too hollow and quiet. Like a tomb. She soaked in a tub

brimming with steamy water, and sprinkled some of the aromatic oils in with her. Her bruises needed the

pampering, and the heat did ease her aches somewhat.

But she'd have to put her torn, dirty clothes back on when she got out, and the idea didn't

appeal. She didn't suppose he'd let her go long enough to rush back to her room above the pub and fetch

her own things. So would he expect her to spend her entire time here in the same clothing?

Moreover, did he expect her to spend it alone, in these rooms?

He couldn't. She wouldn't stand for that.

When the water began to cool, she got out, wrapped herself in a thick green towel, and stepped

back into the bedroom. The double doors of a built-in wardrobe beckoned, and she went slowly toward

them, hesitantly reached out, and pulled them open.

"Lordy..." The closet nearly spilled over with clothing. Satins, silks and lace in a hundred shades

cascaded from hangers.

To one side were drawers built into the wall, and as she tugged them open she found nightgowns

almost too fragile to touch, and underthings.

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"But why?" She touched the garments, pulled the hangers along the rack one by one, saw that the

sizes varied as widely as the colors and fabrics did. She paused at a long full skirt, paired on the hanger

with a white off-the-shoulder blouse. It looked like something a Gypsy might wear.

"Take anything you like."

She caught her breath and whirled, automatically clutching at the towel around her. "Donovan. I

didn't hear you come in."

"I expected the door to be locked."

She blinked, saying nothing. But as she searched his eyes this time, she saw the pain there. The

loneliness. He'd built these rooms on a whim, he'd said. But it was obvious to her he'd prepared them for

a woman. Was she real? she wondered. Or only some distant wish he'd allowed himself to indulge in

secretly?

When she still didn't speak, he took a step backward, his hand still on the doorknob. "I'm sorry.

I'll leave you alone."

"No, don't go."

He stopped abruptly, looking at her. And she saw his gaze dip beyond her face, very briefly

touching on her body, covered only by a towel. And she knew her bruises showed, and her hair was

damp and tangled, hanging over her shoulders. And still she felt some deep reaction to that gaze. As if it

were truly admiration in his eyes, and not only surprise.

"You... want me to stay?"

She turned back to the closet, removing the clothes she'd been drawn to, not looking at him. "If

you're going to keep me here, Donovan, the least you can do is entertain me. I'll go crazy if I'm to spend

all my time in these rooms alone. Lovely though they are, I'd soon die of boredom."

He lowered his head.

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