The Captain and the Wallflower by Lyn Stone

Author:Lyn Stone [Stone, Lyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-09-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

No matter what she did, Grace kept thinking about that kiss. That and the heat of his body pressed to hers had awakened a hunger she had not known was sleeping within her. She thought she had experienced desire before, but that chaste touch of lips and slight tingle she felt with Barkley had been nothing, a mere hint of the raging storm that Caine Morleigh’s kiss could unleash.

Now she wished to heaven she had never read all those medical texts in Father’s library when she was a girl. How had she ever thought herself worldly beyond her years merely because she knew how a man and woman fit together? Words on a page told nothing of the feelings that must accompany all of that. And she had only a brief taste of those feelings. All too brief.

Grace tried to dismiss the thoughts until they would be appropriate. It was all she could do, so she had to stay busy every minute with other things.

She was sick to death of sewing. The house was in order, menus all planned and there was nothing to do now but wait for the wedding. She hated waiting. So what next to do to keep Caine off her mind?

Maybe this was an ideal time to see for herself how the earl was progressing. He kept to his chamber, taking his meals there and she had hardly seen him since his arrival. All she had was Dr. Ackers’s word that he was taking the concoction she had suggested and was much better. She wanted to see for herself.

Yesterday, they had spoken at length about her father, who had attended university the same years as Ackers, though they had known one another only in passing.

He assured her he had begun treating the earl, using Withering’s writings as a guide. They discussed trusting apothecaries who furnished the substance and Grace convinced him that she could provide better quality from the plants growing wild in the wood. They talked of preparation and dosage.

He reminded her of her father in attitude if not appearance. He had the same intelligent eyes, but Ackers was a slight man with effeminate features, thickly pomaded hair and an overlarge mustache. Grace quite liked the doctor.

“I should like to speak with Lord Hadley,” she told him as they met by chance at midmorning in the downstairs corridor. “Is he awake this time of day?”

“Always, unless he’s very ill. Lady Hadley rises late, so he will probably be alone. Shall I accompany you?”

“That’s not necessary. I won’t be long and I promise not to tire him.”

He agreed, so Grace went upstairs to the earl’s chambers, knocked softly and entered without waiting for a reply. “Milord, I’ve come to see how you’re feeling today.”

“Eh? Well, come in, come in, gel. What is it, then?” He pushed up against the pillows and frowned at her. “Bad news?”

“No, sir, not at all! I thought I would keep you company for a little while, if you don’t mind.”

He squinted at her.

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