The Last Gamble by Anabelle Bryant

Author:Anabelle Bryant
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2017-09-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

What was it about this woman? There was so much he didn’t know about the governess, yet his body insisted they communicated on an intimate level, his mind captivated and eager to remind of all the glories he had yet to discover. Earlier he’d puzzled over the facts, trying without victory to sort through the collection of knowledge which composed Georgina, adding several chapters to the catalogue now, perplexed by the innocent truth in her elegant lie. Whatever held her in fear and prompted she present this dishonest visage would need be discovered after he reclaimed Nate. For now, at least by her own mouth, she’d committed to staying in London. What would occur after two days’ time, when Dursley remained out of house and he was forced to perpetuate his lie, he could not know.

His friends asked no questions, for which he was grateful, though surely Max and Cole noticed the inconsistences in Georgina’s story without fail. The knowledge accumulated by life on the street was a bastard’s gift. They each possessed an aptitude to detect nuance, collect detail. Mayhap the basest explanation, a need for survival, elevated the ability to expertise.

They’d deferred to the salon at the rear of the house after dinner where sherry and brandy were offered. Cole and Gemma left soon after and now, ensconced in the comfortability that accompanies time-tested friendship and fierce loyalty, Luke eyed the full moon and terrace doors.

‘Excuse us, won’t you?’ He strode to where Georgina sat poised on the settee. ‘I promised the lady a view of the stars.’

Georgina glanced up, her expression shy, while Max coughed to override his wife’s laughter.

Outside on the slates, the night air served as an ideal elixir to cool any allusion drawn by his excuse. Eschewing custom, he laced his fingers through hers; woven together by bare, soft skin, he locked her at his side as they wandered in silence and luxurious compatibility.

He stopped near a trellis, heavy with closed blooms, their petals turned inward in abject denial until morning. Earthy scents, damp and primal, surrounded them in quiet. Their previous kisses had been fierce, an urgent conquest sought lest the opportunity disappeared. Not now. Tonight, time ceased to participate in his plan.

He stole closer and turned to face her, slipping his hold from her fingers, wanting to form a memory he’d remember when she moved on and he recalled this moment. She waited in the golden moonlight, wordless, breathtaking in the shimmer of stars reflected in her irises and lower in a pearly sheen across the tempting swell of skin along her neckline. He’d noticed her use of a corset as soon as he’d entered the library. The delicious result achieved by the garment created a dusky valley between her breasts, smooth, silky skin pushed upward in offering, and his wicked imagination offered several ingenious ideas for exploration of her delicate, inviting body. He rubbed his fingers together, nimble and ready.

‘I’m sorry things did not proceed with Lord Dursley as we had hoped this morning.

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