Rebecca by Jo Ann Ferguson

Author:Jo Ann Ferguson [Ferguson, Jo Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Historical
ISBN: 9780944276273
Google: 1Qd3JPPH5w0C
Amazon: 094427627X
Publisher: Tudor Communications
Published: 1988-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Rebecca was coming down the front steps the next morning when she saw Nicholas walking toward her from what she guessed were the stables. He waved and motioned for her to join him before turning at the sound of hoofbeats approaching along the driveway.

The horse was racing at top speed. It came to a stop just in front of Nicholas. The rider slid off quickly and threw her arms around the man. Even from across the lawn where she stood, Rebecca could see the intensity of the kiss the red-haired woman gave Nicholas. Swallowing the surprising surge of jealousy, she strode toward the two. She wanted to meet this woman who was kissing her husband with such familiarity. She suspected she knew exactly who the woman was.

Nicholas gently was breaking the grip the woman had around his neck. He pushed her away without any regret. "Good morning, Clarisse."

She purred a greeting, as her green eyes roved over him with obvious appreciation. Clarisse Beckwith was a beautiful woman, and she knew it. Her auburn hair was thick and curled perfectly around the alabaster purity of her skin. The riding habit she wore accented the lush curves of her body which had known Nicholas's touch too long ago.

With him home at Foxbridge Cloister, she would be able to forget the rage and shock she had felt the morning she had discovered that he had left without telling her good-bye. For months, she had been waiting for this homecoming with eager delight. Nicholas had become Lord Foxbridge, a title he had deserved far more than his brother had. Ready to assume the rigors of running the estate, he would need a woman eager and able to help him as his lady. Clarisse knew of no one better than herself to fulfill that rôle.

She had been visiting Foxbridge Cloister since Brad's death to convince Lady Margaret that she was the perfect choice for Nicholas's Lady Foxbridge. She did not think it would be difficult to bring Nicholas around to that opinion as well. He had been so fond of her six years before.

In a blatant invitation, she ran her fingers that glistened with gemmed rings along the front of his shirt. With a pretty pout, she regarded him from under her thick lashes. "It has been so lonely without your company around here, Nicholas. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to return. Now you have had your adventure in far-off America, and you can settle down here at Foxbridge."

"That is exactly what I have planned to do." He turned to smile at a woman who was approaching.

Clarisse appraised the stranger. She nearly snickered at the low quality of the woman's dress. It looked like something her mother would have worn with its plain skirt split in the front to show the embroidered petticoat and with laces closing the top of the bodice. When the woman came closer, she lost all desire to smile. The dress did not detract from her loveliness.

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