Silent Revenge by Laura Landon

Author:Laura Landon [Landon, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781612184777
Google: bf5-MAEACAAJ
Amazon: 1612184774
Barnesnoble: 1612184774
Goodreads: 15954445
Publisher: AmazonEncore
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Simon opened the door to the last wardrobe. Empty. He looked back to his sleeping wife on the bed and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his breeches. He’d been up and dressed for nearly an hour, but evidently his wife needed more rest. He didn’t bother to hide his smile of satisfaction while he resumed the search of his wife’s wardrobe.

He found three very worn day dresses with frayed collars and cuffs, and three more better dresses in dark, lifeless colors. He recognized the dark dress he’d seen her in the first time she came to him. And the striped dress she’d worn yesterday to the park. And the pretty, yet plain, dress in which she’d been married.

Where were the rest of her clothes? The party gowns? The fancy clothes she would wear when they went out?

Simon left the wardrobe doors ajar and walked out to the hall.

“Beatrice,” he said to the maid coming up the stairs. “Where does your mistress keep her ball gowns?”

“Her ball gowns?” The puzzled look on her face was almost comical.

“Yes. Her gowns. The gowns she wears when she goes out.”

“Oh.” The maid clasped her hands at her waist. “The mistress hardly ever goes out.”

“I know,” Simon admitted in frustration, “but surely she has something else to wear other than what is hanging in her room. Every woman has spare closets filled with useless clothing.”

“Not the mistress, my lord. She is very frugal.”

“She does not have another room where she stores her gowns?”

The maid shook her head.

Simon looked down the hall and saw only rooms with doors standing open. He knew what was in each. All except the room at the end of the hall. He walked down the long corridor and lifted the latch. It was locked.

“What does your mistress keep in this room?”

Beatrice’s eyes opened wide, and she twisted her hands in her apron. “Things, my lord. Just the mistress’s things.”

“Things?” Simon raised his brows and leveled the nervous maid with an icy glare. “What sort of things, Beatrice?”

“Oh, I’m not at liberty to say, my lord. They’re the mistress’s personal things.”

“Do you have a key?”

“Oh no, my lord. Only the mistress has a key.” Beatrice twisted her apron tighter. “But the mistress keeps none of her gowns in the room. Just her personal things.”

“No gowns?”

“No, my lord.”

Simon turned on his heel and walked back to his room. Where did his wife keep the rest of her clothes? Surely she had some. And exactly what sort of personal things did she have that had to be kept under lock and key?

Simon turned back to face the wide-eyed maid. “Beatrice. Have a hot bath sent up for your mistress and a cup of chocolate.”

“Yes, my lord. Right away.”

Before Simon could tell the flighty maid to have the cook make Jessica a slice of toast, she was halfway down the stairs, well out of earshot.

Simon walked back to his wife. When he entered the room, Jessica was just waking. She stretched her arms above her head like a lazy cat stirring after a long nap, then rolled to the other side of the bed.

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