The Spy Beneath the Mistletoe by Shana Galen

Author:Shana Galen
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Regency Novella, Christmas Regency Romance, Christmas Romance, Christmas Regency, Christmas Novella, Regency Spies, Sexy Regency Romance
Publisher: Shana Galen
Published: 2015-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

Five

Pierce stood outside her door and took a shaky breath. He was glad to leave the stables for the warmth of Eliza’s rooms. Of course, the heat of the fire was not the only reason he wanted to see her or the only warmth he craved. He’d lain on his cot in the cold stall, the sound of those dreadful horses all around him, and thought about what he would do to her when he was with her. Those naughty books had given him so many delicious ideas, but he knew the one he wanted to try most of all.

He raised his hand and paused. What if she didn’t want him any longer? She’d been about to argue something when they’d heard that shot. Were his efforts to seduce her into agreeing to marry him all for naught? He couldn’t stand the thought of that. He couldn’t stand the thought of living the rest of his life without her.

Was that love? Was fear at the prospect of losing her the same thing as love? Perhaps it was, but he felt there should be something more. Some sort of deep, accompanying emotion. He wasn’t an emotional man. Perhaps he couldn’t feel love. Did Eliza feel love? She said she wanted him to marry her for love, but she’d never said whether or not she loved him. The thought of Eliza loving him, being in love with him, made him feel as though he could take on anything—a band of pirates, a horde of thieves.

No one loved him.

Surely his parents had, but they were dead now. Who loved him now?

He was still standing outside her door—careless that—when it opened suddenly. Eliza stood in the frame, hands on her hips. “Will you ever knock?” she hissed.

“I was just about—”

“Then come in before you’re seen.” She grabbed him and yanked him inside.

“How did you know I was out there?”

She closed the door quietly and locked it. “I’ve worked with spies for years. I have ways.”

That was intriguing. What was also intriguing was that she’d changed into her nightgown and wrapper again. Did that mean she wanted him to ravish her?

“I think we should discuss our mission and nothing else.”

“Very well.” He caught a glimmer of disappointment on her face, but then she offered him one of the two chairs by the fire, taking the other. Her feet were bare when she curled her legs under her. Trying not to think about how much he wanted to see those bare toes again, Pierce reiterated the coachman’s description of the highwayman. “That description fits any number of men.”

“Yes.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Only two of our original suspects were not accounted for at the time of the attack—Wilson and Freeland.”

“I agree. I would suggest we focus our efforts on those two, but I worry we might be ignoring other suspects. What if it’s not someone who frequents The Duke’s Arms at all? It might be one of the men who lives in Hopewell-on-Lyft.

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