Sweet Deceiver by Kathryn Blair

Author:Kathryn Blair [Blair, Kathryn]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Published: 2011-05-08T15:33:00+00:00

He gave a short hard laugh. "You can't expect a caressing inflexion from someone you've just called a beastly autocrat. Let's leave it till another time."

The silence throbbed, as if her heart were thumping so loudly that he must hear it. He seemed determined to wait till she spoke. She turned abruptly to cross the terrace to the open dining-room door, and he was close behind her so close that as the sweeping hem of the housecoat brushed over the step he trod upon it. She was brought up sharp, the hem ripped.

He muttered an exclamation and bent quickly to examine the damage. 'I'm afraid there's a six-inch tear," he said. "I'm terribly sorry—wouldn't have done that for anything. I hadn't realized what you were wearing."

He was holding on to her elbow and looking down at her in sincere contrition. But in the soft lamplight she didn't see the apology in his glance; she saw that the blue eyes, still keen as steel, had a faint tiredness in their depths, that though he was unsmiling, his expression was anything but . . . hateful.

Her breath caught, and she said unevenly, "It's too long; I knew it was. I'll snip that piece off and make a new hem. It doesn't matter a bit."

He looked into her face, studying her. A sudden sweet breath of air stirred the honey-colored tendrils at her temples, and to Elizabeth it came as an unidentifiable but heavenly gusts of perfume. She held herself rigid, willing herself to pay no attention to that searching look and his hand on her arm. It was a moment so concentrated, so emotional, that a tiny pulse was visible at the hollow of her throat.

He gave her the ghost of a smile and dropped his arm. "A torn skirt hardly merits quite such intensity, does it? The way you're looking at me we might be sharing at least an earthquake."

No mention of the way he was looking! There was a little quiver in her voice which might have had its source either in laughter or in tears. "I'd forgotten the skirt. Out there, I thought you were in a glittering rage and thoroughly enjoying it, but in the light, you . ." She broke off, and

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