Seduction of an English Lady by Cathy Maxwell

Author:Cathy Maxwell [Maxwell, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance
ISBN: 9780739439913
Google: 4xmbXn-o1lQC
Amazon: 0060092971
Barnesnoble: 0060092971
Goodreads: 1708643
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2004-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Fox hunt?” Colin asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Barbaric sport,” Colin answered, setting the tankard down on the table.

“Only if you are the fox,” Lucas the innkeeper replied as he returned to join them. “Will you be needing a room? I have one left, and those gentlemen over there are saying they want it for this night. Turns out one of their number snores, and the others refuse to share a room with him if they don’t have to.”

“We’ll take the room,” Colin said.

“I thought you would,” the innkeeper said, but Rosalyn interrupted him.

“I’m not certain.” Colin could almost hear her thought process. A room? Together? No one was saying anything about two rooms. “Don’t we need to get home?”

Colin bit back his first response. “I’m tired,” he said simply.

She nodded. She was, too. Tired and bedraggled… and that was what he was gambling on.

“I want a drink,” the parson said, as if his opinion mattered. He scrambled to his feet on surprisingly short legs. His head barely reached Colin’s chest. He reached for the tankard.

“After the ceremony,” Colin reminded him, sweeping the mug out and away from under the man’s grubby fingers. “We’ll take the room,” he told the innkeeper.

Rosalyn told herself everything would be fine… including the room debate, because she didn’t want to argue in front of the hunters, who were now craning their necks to see what was going on.

“A wedding,” the innkeeper helpfully explained to them, and Rosalyn could have cheerfully wrung his neck. Her affairs were none of these gentlemen’s business.

They made it so.

One hopped to his feet. “I say, I’ll be a witness,” he volunteered and crossed the room to join them. He clapped his hands together in anticipation. “This will make for a good story back in London. Galen,” he introduced himself. “Lord Galen.”

“Mandland,” the colonel answered, “Colonel Mandland.” Was it Rosalyn’s imagination, or did she catch a hint of annoyance in the colonel’s voice? Was she starting to know him well enough to pick up the nuances in his speech?

Lord Galen was oblivious. Two more members of their party made their way down the stairs, and he called cheerily, “Patterson, Tomblin! Look at me. I’m a witness at an elopement!”

His friends grumbled a response, obviously done in by last night’s drinking and more interested in their breakfast than a wedding.

The parson took advantage of Colonel Mandland’s diverted attention, snatching the tankard out of his hands and draining it dry. With a satisfied smack of his lips, he announced, “I’m ready to perform the ceremony.” He sounded surprisingly sober.

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