The Indigo Blade by Linda Jones

Author:Linda Jones [Jones, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Penelope lay in her bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling above as she had most of the night.

Last night's visit had been disturbing, but through it all she'd been assured that the man who held her and made such outrageous suggestions was no threat. She couldn't explain her assurance to herself any better than she'd attempted to explain it to him. She simply knew.

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What was more disturbing was the realization that he was, in part, correct in his assumptions of her. The shadowy man who called himself the Indigo Blade did appeal to her in an unacceptable way. When he whispered her name, when he touched her, she felt something altogether inappropriate. She was lonely, she reasoned. She needed love, she needed companionship.

She needed Maximillian.

So as dawn lit the sky, Penelope made her way to her husband's bedchamber. She couldn't sleep anyway, and she couldn't stop thinking about Tyler and the Indigo Blade and her marriage, the worries and heartaches mingling together and stealing her peace.

She wanted Maximillian back. The way he was before the wedding, the way he'd been on their wedding night.

Reclaiming her husband was a part—a very large part—of taking her life back.

Without pausing, she opened the door to his chamber. He slept, the sunlight not yet touching his bed, his long body buried beneath a green satin coverlet. She hadn't heard him come in last night, so it must have been late when he returned, perhaps during one of her brief interludes of fitful sleep.

She closed the door behind her and stepped quietly to his side. He was deep asleep but restless, and completely unaware of her presence even as she reached down to brush a strand of golden hair away from his face.

In sleep, the fussy aristocrat was missing, and she was presented with the man she'd fallen in love with. She could 273

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see it all in him: A friend first, a man who adored her and laughed with her and then became her lover. A man of power and heart and great depth of emotion. This was the man she remembered, the man she wanted as her husband.

Uneasy in sleep, he turned away from her, throwing off the covers, moaning something she could not understand.

Goodness, what a sight he was. Married all this time, and she had no idea her husband slept in the nude.

She straightened the coverlet with every intention of covering Maximillian to his shoulder, but the bandage caught her eye, a thin strip of linen that encircled his waist. She folded the green satin back. When had Maximillian hurt himself? She imagined a fall from one of his precious horses, or perhaps an accident he hadn't told her about. But why hadn't he told her? Why hadn't he complained of blood on his silk, or damage to his fine lace and linen?

There was a spot of blood on the bandage, a thin line of evidence that this was indeed an injury.

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