Surrender (The Spymaster's Men) by Joyce Brenda

Author:Joyce, Brenda [Joyce, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin HQN
Published: 2012-12-01T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

EVELYN AWOKE IN Jack Greystone’s bed.

She grinned, stretching like a cat, recalling bits and pieces of his lovemaking last night. She had never felt so wonderful, so delicious, so replete and so loved. And she was shameless, wasn’t she? For she was stark naked beneath his sheets, relishing it!

She wondered where he was as she sat up. His half of the bed was cold, indicating he had arisen some time ago. She slid her hand over the silky sheets where he had slept, her heart turning over hard. If she hadn’t been falling in love with him before, she was most certainly falling in love now.

She wished he hadn’t gotten up! So easily she could slip into his arms another time.

Evelyn rose from the bed, pleased to see that he had left her nightgown and wrapper draped over a big burgundy chair, and she donned both. Then she opened the heavy damask draperies, allowing bright sunlight to fill the room.

Outside, the sun was high—it was close to noon. The sky was a bright blue, filled with puffy white cumulus clouds—it was a beautiful spring day. She glimpsed the gardens below, and just past the hedges, the blue-gray sea. White horses frothed merrily upon it.

Evelyn turned, crossed the room and carefully opened the door to his sitting room. It was empty she saw with relief. She hurried through it and then peeked into the hall. When she did not see anyone, she ran up the corridor to her room, and slammed that door closed.

Panting, she laughed. Hopefully no one knew she had spent the night in Jack’s bed, but if they did, who cared? She wondered if she had ever felt as buoyant, as happy, as carefree and as young. Now she truly felt like a debutante, and she did not care if she was being foolish. Except no debutante would have taken a lover last night. And she was thrilled she had decided to break the rules!

Suddenly she thought of Henri and she sobered. How had she ever endured his touch? She had never allowed herself to fault him at the time, but now she knew the difference between tolerating a man and wildly wanting someone.

She felt sorry for the child bride she had once been, but she hadn’t known better, and Henri had given her Aimee. For that, she would always be grateful. However, gratitude was not love.

A knock sounded on her door. Jack. Evelyn whirled, thrilled and opened it. Her smile vanished as she faced Alice, carrying a breakfast tray.

“Good morning,” Alice said cheerfully, walking past her and placing the tray on the small dining table beside one window. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.” Evelyn wondered if Alice knew about her affair, but could see no sign that she did. “I slept wonderfully—it is so late!”

“It is half past eleven, my lady. Can I help you dress?”

“That would be wonderful.” She stared, smiling fixedly now. Where was Jack? Was he in as good spirits as she was?

She felt her smile falter.

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