Sweet Hellion by Tarah Scott

Author:Tarah Scott
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2019-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

Sleep eluded Rhys. That was hardly unusual. Tonight, however, instead of cannons, Emma filled his thoughts. Her cloud of red hair. Her voluptuous form. Her slender waist… Why had he been so irresponsible? When Tory implored Rhys to see to his sister’s welfare, he’d hardly been asking him to bed her.

Finally, in the darkness before dawn, he gave up all pretense of sleep and hefted himself from the bed. By the time he heard the creak of the stairs as Emma descended, the sun stood high in the morning sky and he’d just finished repairing his second wheel.

As the last step creaked, Rhys turned. She was spectacular, her eyes huge and blue, and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. She’d gathered her auburn locks into a riot of curls at the nape of her neck. His body leapt at the thought of kissing the tender flesh there.

“Good morning.” Emma cleared her throat.

Rhys noticed her buttoned pelisse and the bonnet she held. “Allow me to escort you.”

She blushed prettily. “There’s no need. I am off to the infirmary.”

He set the mallet down and rose. “Then, it’s off to the infirmary we go,” he said.

He was halfway to her side when she murmured, eyes downcast, “There is no need. You’re not…obligated, you know…simply because…” her voice trailed off.

He closed the distance between them and finished for her, “…last night?”

Emma turned quickly toward the door. Her reaction didn’t surprise him, but he was uncertain if her reaction was one of shyness or remorse.

She’d scarce gone three feet into the back yard before he caught up to her. Rhys caught her small hand in his and bowed. “I assure you, lass, ‘tis my honor to walk by your side.”

She arched a brow. “Your presence at my side will set tongues wagging.”

The dry smile in her voice summoned a smile of his own. “Perhaps, but in recent times, I’ve learned to ignore the words of others.”

“I am learning to do the same,” she granted.

He watched as she set her bonnet on her curls and tied the ribbons beneath her chin.

She paused and tilted her head at the shop. “I do believe I heard the door slam.”

Without waiting for his response, she sailed across the yard and stepped into the alleyway running behind the livery. He could watch the sway of her hips the day long…and night, as well. Reluctantly, he turned back to the shop, but when he entered, he found no customer there. Emma had misled him. He chuckled as he strode to the worktable and picked up his mallet. Next time, she wouldn’t trick him so easily.

Whistling under his breath, Rhys set about his work.

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