Malia Martin by The Duke's Return

Author:The Duke's Return
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Their gazes locked and she cocked her head, her brows arching in some question Trevor could not imagine. He jumped to his feet and caught a movement at the corner of his eye. Helen had stood also. She dipped a curtsey, her eyes downcast for a moment. “Your grace. We are honored that you have joined us.”

Sara smiled at the girl, a warm, sincere smile. “Helen. I have not seen you since you returned from your finishing school in Edinburgh.” Sara came forward, her hands out, and Helen placed her own in the duchess’s. “You are lovely, dear, truly lovely.”

Mrs. Biddle chose this moment to make a terribly offending noise that sounded as if it came through her nose.

Trevor noticed that Sara’s fingers spasmed, but Helen just tightened her own grip. “Thank you, your grace,” the young girl said levelly. “Coming from such a beautiful woman as your self, that is a wonderful compliment.”

Trevor blinked at the girl. Surely she must be some sort of fairy princess. And he did want to kiss the chit for smoothing over Sara’s feelings.

They said something else to each other, softly, so that no one else heard, then broke apart. Mrs. Biddle had not stood, and she did not make any effort to show any deference to Sara. It rankled Trevor, and he had the sudden urge to boot the woman out the door and tell her never to set foot on his doorstep again. He took a step forward, but Sara moved to his side.

She placed her hand upon his sleeve. “You and Mr. Goldblume have been busy this morning, your grace. I am thankful.” She said this just above a whisper, for his ears only. Trevor swallowed, all thoughts of Mrs. Biddle fleeing. He could only think of Sara’s beautiful golden hair nearly touching his shoulder, her lovely, pale fingers against the darkness of his sleeve, and her scent. He took in a deep breath. She must have been in the garden, for she smelled of earth and grass and lavender. And she was thankful to him.

He had to touch her. Whisper soft, he smoothed his finger across the top of her hand against his sleeve. “Anything for you, Sara dearest.” The words came out of his mouth, and he meant them. And it frightened him so, that he pulled back and turned away before she could.

“Have you called for tea?” Sara asked him shakily.

“Um, no, actually,” Trevor answered. Despairing as Sara left his side, taking her special sweet scent and body with her. She sat far away from him, nearer to Mr. Goldblume. “I shall ring for Mary,” he said

Sara nodded, her concentration obviously not on him. She seemed agitated, actually, pleating her skirt between her fingers and asking Goldblume if he did not find the weather rather warm, even for spring. Trevor jerked the bell pull. Mary came in quickly, her eyes downcast but her color high.

“Tea, please, Mary,” Trevor said.

The woman’s eyes widened as if she found that instruction something out of the ordinary.

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