Mine at Midnight: Ladies of the Order - Book 3 by Clee Adele

Author:Clee, Adele
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

They found Lord Wright alone on the terrace, taking long puffs on a cheroot. Between blowing smoke into the chilly night air, he grumbled to himself about the ballroom being full of Scots.

Eliza studied him while hidden behind the terrace doors.

Lord Wright was a man of middling years. The thick white streaks in his ebony hair made him appear menacing, not dashing. His hands were broad like his shoulders, his fingers as fat as the sausages from Smithfield Market. Were they nimble enough to clasp a man by the throat and snap his neck? That was the question.

The sudden touch of Roxburgh’s hand on the small of her back drew her from her musings. Being unprepared, she couldn’t stop the delightful shiver that ran down to her toes.

“Always so responsive,” he whispered close to her ear.

“You caught me by surprise.”

“As I did last night when my tongue slipped into your mouth, and you shivered in much the same way.”

There was little point denying the truth. “Indeed. Did you find Lillian? I pray Lady MacTavish kept her promise.”

“Lillian is dancing with Dounreay for a second time. A third, and he’ll have to make her an offer. Before that, she danced with the Earl of Lothlair. I’ll not be surprised if she develops an affinity for the Highlands and begs I purchase a house north of the border.”

Relief settled over Eliza, and she smiled. “Lady MacTavish is proving a useful ally.”

“It was generous of you to suggest I played a part in returning the torn piece of her daughter’s gown.” His hand slipped a fraction lower.

The tightening in her core was impossible to ignore. “I knew you’d agree to put their minds at ease,” she said, trying to concentrate on their present task. “You didn’t need to voice your opinion.”

“No, it was my soul silently communicating with yours.”

“Or that you’re predictable.”

His light laugh breezed against her ear. “When we’re at home in the maze, I shall do something unpredictable. But we need to question Lord Wright while he’s alone on the terrace.”

It would be impossible to sit in the garden with Roxburgh without remembering his hot mouth mating with hers, without wanting more of the same.

“Yes, though I doubt we’ll get a sensible word from him.” She referred to Lord Wright’s dribbling mumbles. “I can’t quite tell if he’s daft or drunk.”

She pushed open the terrace door, aware Roxburgh followed so closely behind she could practically feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Lord Wright?” Eliza turned her head swiftly when the lord blew smoke in her direction. She coughed. “We wish to talk to you about what you saw in Lord Roxburgh’s garden last Saturday night.”

Roxburgh closed the terrace doors and came to stand beside her. “Sir Oswald said you made a statement, said you witnessed the argument between my secretary and Ashbury.”

Lord Wright dropped the remains of his cheroot on the stone floor and crushed it with the heel of his shiny black shoe.

“There’s nothing more to say. I saw your man following Ashbury into the maze, heard them shouting.

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