The Training of a Marquess by Owens Sandra

Author:Owens, Sandra [Owens, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Historical
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc
Published: 2013-05-24T21:00:00+00:00

She has the prettiest hair

And big blue eyes

That tell no lies

And her smile

Hides no guile

And that is why

Father, Bensey and I

Think

She is a splendid lady to have as our special friend

Harry finished the poem with a big grin. “Father helped a little, but I mostly wrote it myself. Do you like it, my lady?”

Claire blinked against the burning in her eyes. “Oh yes, Harry. It’s a marvelous poem.”

He handed her the paper. “Do you want to keep it?”

Claire took the poem and held it against her heart. “I’ll treasure it always.” And she would. It was her first poem from a gentleman. “Lady Claire, I have a present for you, too,” Bensey said.

“I hope you have painted me a picture.”

He pulled the cover off the easel. At the sight of the picture, she gave a delighted laugh. He had painted her and Amira in caricature. Claire was wearing her leather breeches and having a conversation with her mare. He’d somehow made it look as if Amira was speaking to her. Claire’s head was inclined as if listening intently to the mare. Underneath the painting, the caption read, A Conversation with Amira.

“Bensey, it is marvelously clever.” She kissed each boy on the cheek and smiled to herself when wide grins appeared on their faces. “My poem and my painting are the best gifts ever. Thank you, both. A thousand times, thank you.”

Her heart ached to call these boys her sons. She wanted to stand beside their father and watch with him as the twins grew into young men. She wanted to cry with them when they were sad and laugh with them in happiness

“Father has something he would like to ask you now, Lady Claire,” Harry said. “Ask her, Father. You promised you would show us how it is done.”

How what was done? Chase stepped forward and sketched a bow. It was entirely possible her heart was going to pound itself out of her body and land at his feet.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

Yes. Oh, Yes. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t this. “It would be my pleasure, my lord.” She placed her hand in his.

The evening had grown dark and candles flickered among the foliage, the perfume of flowers and rich earth scented the air. The beginning notes of a waltz lifted from the violin and he slid his hand down her spine to her lower back. Goose bumps rose on her arms. Magic claimed the night, enchanting her and the lonely, empty place inside her was all but forgotten.

Chase twirled her around the floor while his mind and heart argued. His mind had only one thought. Mine. His heart wanted to believe it, but feared the what ifs. What if it was only a passing infatuation on her part? What if her true love came along—her own Harry—and stole her from him? What if he put his heart in her hands and she dropped it?

He was only now beginning to look forward to each new day and he knew, just knew this woman had the power to destroy him for good.

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