Malloren 3 by Jo Beverley

Author:Jo Beverley [Beverley, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-05T01:55:35.078000+00:00

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That answered any doubts she might have clung to about his involvement.

Where, Elf suddenly thought, were Roberts and her people? Then she realized that it was the middle of the night. They d probably all gone home.

Elf began to suspect that she d made a terrible mess of everything and could pay for it with her life. Clearly Fort deserved some of the blame, but she snuggled closer anyway.

That was when she realized he was naked, and she was as good as. They d taken her in just her shift and stockings!

At the thought of that man carrying her like that, she wanted to cry. It was a stupid reaction, but she couldn t help it. For a moment, it seemed the most appalling aspect to the whole affair.

Then she became aware of her bare leg pressing against his. She could feel the rough, springy hair of his calf. Without any other place to put it, she still tried to ease away. It made no sense when they d been so intimate, but for some reason their situation now seemed indecent.

Once or twice she d dreamed of being naked in a public place. This felt horribly like one of those dreams. She should be worrying about death, but just now she fretted more about the lid opening to let in light and expose her state.

With a stifled groan, he shifted, gathering her thigh between his to make a little more room and wrapping his arm tighter around her.

Elf stiffened.

What s the matter?

Nothing.

His hand wandered slightly. Lightning blast em! Did they take you in just your shift?

Suddenly tears threatened, but she swallowed them. I still have my stockings.

He held her closer, muttering more curses, and now his touch didn t seem so wrong. I think I m wrapped in that damned monk s robe. As soon as we ve room to move, you can have it. So, you think your Vauxhall pursuer is behind this?

Who else?

You might have vengeful relatives. He shifted again, easing her a little on top of him. I sincerely hope this is not a case of Abelard and Heloise.

Who? She eased her head into his shoulder, which seemed beautifully designed for the purpose.

A pair of medieval lovers.

A romantic tale?

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