Sleeping Lord Beattie (The Contrary Fairy Tales Book 1) by Em Taylor

Author:Em Taylor [Taylor, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Two days after Lord Beattie had explained to Emily what he had been doing in his own bedchamber in the inn the morning after the storm, she was beginning to feel, well, frustrated was the only word she could think to use. He had given her the odd peck on the lips, but nothing more. He had been the perfect gentleman. Of course, they were still four days away from Scotland assuming everything went well, and today was Sunday.

If truth be told, Emily had not been entirely happy with the idea of travelling on a Sunday but she had already eloped, shared a bed with a man before her wedding. Let him touch her there, and so how much worse was travelling after they had been to church? The Viscount promised her that not travelling on a Sunday was a man-made rule rather than a rule from God. He had said Jesus would get annoyed at Pharisees who tried to stick to the rules so strictly, that there was no room for manoeuvre in emergency situations like now.

When she had inquired how he knew so much, he had explained that he had originally been studying theology at Oxford, but when his older brother died of a fever, he’d had to give up his plans of becoming a vicar and change the subjects he was reading at university.

She had not realised he’d had an older brother, but then, she was not like some of the young ladies of the ton, who had Debrett’s memorised.

They had spent their evening playing cards, their days in the carriage reading and having the odd conversation. Emily very much wanted to invite him back into her bed but she could not very well do that now, could she?

She gazed out the window at the landscape. It seemed to be miles and miles of country all around. She needed to visit the necessary.

“Do you know how far it is until we reach the next inn?”

He did not look up from his book. “No.”

“Would you mind asking the coachman to stop at the next inn if we are not stopping to rest the horses?”

He looked up this time and removed his spectacles to look at her. He only wore them when reading. “Are you well.”

“Quite well. I need to… ahem…”

“Oh, I see. Do you have your courses?”

She was aghast.

“No.”

“How urgently do you need to stop?” She grimaced as the carriage jostled over a rut in the road. “I see.”

He pulled down the window and called to the coachman.

“Denholm,” he called.”

“Aye, milord.”

“How far to the next inn.”

“Three, maybe four mile, milord.”

“Damn. If you find a clump of trees, and a place to pull in, just do it.”

“Aye, milord.”

“In the trees?” Emily squeaked.

“You can wet the seat if you like,” Gideon said. “But it will start to smell after a few hours. However, in the trees, I shall be with you to make sure you come to no harm from bandits and the trees will cover you against peeping toms.”

“I do not want you seeing me.

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