The Love Affair of an English Lord by Jillian Hunter

Author:Jillian Hunter [Hunter, Jillian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-06-18T23:55:21+00:00

As Chloe opened the door, a chill slid down her back. Someone was in her room. Not Devon, whom she had left downstairs with her uncle. Not just the dog, who seemed to have taken a fancy to her bed. The fine hairs of her nape stirred in awareness. She felt her heart beat harder with a delicious anticipation. She was almost afraid to hope. She couldn’t bear it if she was disappointed again.

“Good evening, Chloe,” said the deep, familiar voice from the depths of her dressing closet.

She hesitated before closing the door carefully behind her. She had promised herself she would tell him to go to the devil if she saw him again, but at the mere sound of his voice, her composure begin to crumble. All the hours of anxiety, of waiting, of not knowing how he was. And he sounded in perfect health, the beast.

So many conflicting emotions cascaded through her, it was hard to control herself. She wanted to rail at him. Run into his arms. Demand what he thought he was doing in her room again and where he had been while she’d been half out of her mind with worry.

She did none of these. It took enough out of her to manage an answer in a normal manner at all. He was safe. He was here. “How nice of you to call, Lord Stratfield.”

He gave her a slow smile. “How nice of you to allow me.”

“I haven’t allowed—” But she had. What was the point in pretending? She’d been dying for word of the devil for days. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them under the bed. Had she remembered to hide her journal? Yes. He knew enough about her as it was. A lady had to keep some secrets to herself. Especially from him.

He opened the closet door, his pose arrogant, intimidating. His gaze traveled slowly over her as if he were studying every detail of her appearance down to the seams of her yellow muslin dinner dress. Did he approve? Apparently, to judge by the gleam in his gunmetal-gray eyes. Heat swirled in her belly. Her breathing quickened.

“What were you doing downstairs for so long?” he demanded softly.

She frowned at him. Trust him to disappear for days while expecting her to sit here moping by the window. “My brother Devon came to say good-bye. Apparently all is forgiven and forgotten, and he has been called back to London. You cannot hold the threat of exposing him over my head.”

He studied her face. There were no more threats of that nature between them, and they both knew it. “Was Edgar there, too?”

She stared back at him, barely paying attention to what he had just asked. He was so devastatingly male, he took all her breath away. She was suddenly afraid of what might happen if she stopped being angry at him, of how easily he could make her forget everything else. “Why would Edgar be there?”

“He left the house earlier in the evening.

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