Moon Dreams by Patricia Rice

Author:Patricia Rice [Rice, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: historical, romance
ISBN: 9781611384598
Publisher: Book View Cafe
Published: 2015-02-03T08:00:00+00:00

20

Rory woke to the rustle of satin skirts against taffeta petticoats. Keeping his eyes closed and his pounding head still, he tried to recover some memory of his wedding night. The fact that he sat fully dressed in a chair warned that the memory would not be romantic.

He stifled a groan at the recollection of his manifest errors. He might as well have cut his own throat. Why he had ever involved himself with a woman was beyond his ken, but he deserved whatever happened when that woman was Alyson. She was beyond the reasoning of any mortal man.

Still, there were a few explanations she owed. The fault was not all on his head. With that scarcely reassuring thought, Rory opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was his new wife rearranging the folds of her blue satin skirt in an attempt to hide a mended patch in one of the creases. That hit a raw nerve.

“Don’t fash yerself o’er it, lass. We’ll order new ones this morn. I may not be a rich man, but I can keep ye well enough. Is Rosie here yet?”

“I’ve just been waiting for you to wake before calling her.” Alyson went to the door and nodded to someone waiting outside. A clatter of footsteps on the stairs signaled breakfast would soon be on the way.

Rory regarded her warily as she turned back into the room. She had found a fichu to hide the rounded rise of her breasts, but the transparency of the filmy scarf could not disguise what he already knew by heart. A familiar ache had already begun to build in his loins.

Alyson stared out the window as he stripped off his shirt and washed.

The whole world knew them as man and wife. They would have to share this room or be subject to the jeers of his crew. Worse, Cranville might call their marriage into question. Then there was the return journey to England to face. Rory glared at his image in the shaving mirror and decided to leave his beard unshaven.

“I thought I saw my father’s ghost again yesterday.”

Rory rubbed soap out of his eyes and turned to stare. “When?”

“Before the wedding. Outside there, on the street. I thought he was a stranger who had lost his way, but now I think on it, he was too much like the man in the portrait, only older. Do ghosts age, do you think?”

When she talked like that, she scared him. This was the Alyson he could not reach, the dreamy angel who drifted off into a world that did not exist. The man outside could have been quite real, and her mind had transformed him into a vision she desperately wanted. Or she could very well have seen a ghost, if such things existed. Or the Sight could have given her a prophecy she did not yet know how to interpret.

He suspected that was much of the reason she would not talk about her gift: it had few practical purposes unless she could also interpret what she was seeing.

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