The Groom Says Yes by Cathy Maxwell

Author:Cathy Maxwell [Cathy Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Historical Romance, Love Story, Regency Romance, Romance, England, London, Scotland
ISBN: 9780062219299
Amazon: B00HPWRYSW
Barnesnoble: B00HPWRYSW
Goodreads: 20452164
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-09-29T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Here?” The word exploded from Sabrina. “Absolutely not. He can’t stay here.”

“Why not?” Mrs. Bossley asked.

Aware that Mr. Enright appeared engrossed in every word, and having a suspicion why, Sabrina lowered her voice to say, “It would be unseemly.” Certainly, the widow could see that for herself.

Or had she sensed that Sabrina had fallen from grace, that her virtue no longer mattered.

Well, she’d given in to desire once, but only because it had snuck up on her. She’d not known what to expect . . . and Mr. Enright was an attractive man. Very attractive. Something about him drew her to him. She liked looking at his strong features and the way his expressions crossed his face. She noticed the slightest movement of his fingers and the strength in them. Those fingers had unlaced her and stolen their way beneath her skirts, something she remembered all too well, and had liked far more than she should for her own good.

Yes, she’d liked their coupling, and she mustn’t. He was exactly what she’d feared: The Wrong Person for Her. Her father would not approve although right now, they needed Mr. Enright to find him.

That was the common sense of the matter, and it also turned out to be the logic Mrs. Bossley used. The widow’s expression grew grave. “I beg your pardon, Miss Davidson, but are you saying that protecting your reputation from gossips is more important than your father’s life?”

“Well, you see—” Sabrina started, then stopped, realizing there wasn’t anything she could say that would vindicate herself. Her protest wasn’t just that she was a single woman—although past the prime of her life—but it was this man she objected to, and if she said that, then Mrs. Bossley would want to know why. And what could Sabrina say? That he’d already had her, and had her thoroughly?

Oh no. No one must ever learn what had happened between them—especially Mrs. Bossley. If they found her father, and he was well, Sabrina was fairly certain he would not change his mind about marrying the widow, and her position would be more precarious than before. Her father would protect her as his unmarried daughter but as his soiled unmarried daughter, well, Sabrina wasn’t certain his goodwill extended that far.

“You need to shelter him,” Mrs. Bossley decided as if she had been named queen.

“What about Mrs. Patton? What will she say when she sees him here and Father nowhere around?”

“Does she know Richard is missing?”

“No.”

“Then you’ve managed to keep it a secret this long,” the widow said, “you can continue in the same manner. Mr. Enright, you have a responsibility as well. Keep quiet. No one must know you are here.”

“Understood,” he said, his deep voice giving that one word many shadings—including that of laughter.

“Then we are agreed,” Mrs. Bossley pronounced, and started down the hall, muttering about how she wondered where she had left her hat.

Sabrina whirled on Mr. Enright. She did not trust his look of amused interest. “I have no doubt you wouldn’t want to stay here,” she said, hissing on the word “stay.

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