Seducing Mr. Sykes by Maggie Robinson

Author:Maggie Robinson [Robinson, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-06-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 25

The cake had been delicious. Sadie ate four pieces, mostly to delay the photographs, which she knew would be awkward and time-consuming. She had taken an unjustified dislike to Mr. Warren, who was altogether too smooth and charming for anyone’s good. And she didn’t care for the speculative gleam in his eye now that he knew who she was. Perhaps she was justified after all.

Like Tristan, he was untitled, but heir to the Earl of Summerton. Unlike Tristan, he had no employment. Photography was his hobby, and he seemed to be efficient at it. She had sat still as a statue, unsmiling, as he positioned his tripod. He handled the glass plates with dexterity, was clear in his instructions, didn’t hurt her eyes with his lights or offend her nose with his chemicals.

But after half an hour, Sadie had had enough. She was tired, and the tiara weighed upon her head like a boulder. Warren’s and Tristan’s cheerful banter was more than annoying. She rose abruptly, brushing Tristan’s hand off her shoulder.

“I think we are done.”

“Whatever you say, my lady,” said the unctuous David Warren.

“Right then.” Sadie hesitated. She’d expected an argument.

“You probably want to take a rest this afternoon. I’ll have Mrs. Anstruther bring a tray to you.”

Sadie felt like resting at least until tomorrow, possibly the day after. Alone.

“Thank you. Would you please send either Hannah or Audrey to me?” She’d have to be cut out of the curtains before she could nap.

“Of course.” She could tell by Tristan’s face he preferred to be the one wielding the scissors. Well, it was best to begin as she meant to go on. She’d have to lock herself in.

Hours later, after a hot bath, a refreshing sleep and another substantial meal, Sadie heard the rattle at her door.

She didn’t care who it was. “Go away!” She was right in the middle of a very interesting chapter of one of Baroness X’s books. The villain, a tall, dark, and handsome gentleman who reminded Sadie of her alleged husband, had just been buried in a mudslide. No one was apt to shovel him out.

“Not bloody likely. Open the door, Sadie.”

Sadie almost smiled. She liked to hear her nickname on Tristan’s lips. It was so much friendlier than Lady Sarah, not that she wanted to be friends with him.

She put the book face down on a pillow and went to the door, making sure the key was firmly in its lock. “I have a headache.”

It was almost true. The ugly tiara had been a trial to her for hours. The diamond-encrusted set was now back in its velvet case on her dresser, perfect for Sadie to pack and abscond with. It was a pity the jewelry was so old-fashioned, but she was sure she could find a jeweler who wasn’t too particular.

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Tristan wasn’t shouting, but his words were very clear and measured through the wood.

How would old Roddy ever know what transpired on their wedding

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