The Wicked Earl's Widow by Aubrey Wynne

Author:Aubrey Wynne [Wynne, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781946560094
Goodreads: 43374865
Publisher: Plato Publishing
Published: 2019-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

Nate gathered her close and rocked her back and forth, stroking her shoulders and hair. He murmured soft words in her ear, telling her all would be well, that she was safe with him. Her tears soaked his shirt, and still she cried. He remembered when he’d held Grace like this after her mother had died. She’d needed to purge herself of all the emotions that had cluttered her mind and burdened her soul. Eliza needed the same, and he’d give her as long as she needed. This moment had been building for a long time, years maybe.

Her fingers clutched at his lapels, but the weeping lessened. Her pulse slowed and she hiccupped. Nate looked into her eyes, darkened to indigo with her tears, and had never seen anything more lovely. He wanted to be her hero, her knight in shining armor. Scoop her up in his arms and kiss away her tears. She hiccupped again.

“I must look a fright,” she said, a watery smile curving her full lips.

He cursed his riding coat for not having a pocket. “I’m sorry I don’t have a handkerchief.” He moved his hands to her face and wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, then without thought, ran the pad over her full mouth.

Her eyes widened and he saw the need—and uncertainty—in those violet orbs. Her lips parted and he did what seemed natural. Nate pressed his mouth to hers, the barest brush of his lips. The action heated his blood, pulse racing as he pulled back slowly, and searched her face for a sign of regret. Instead, with tremulous fingers, she reached up and drew his head down, offering another kiss. His hands pushed through her thick mane, silky and sensual against his skin. Her body fit against him like a second half, as if she were something he’d been searching for all his life. The missing piece to the puzzle.

“Did you find—” Grace’s voice broke the spell.

Eliza jerked from his grasp, the low-cut blue and violet flowered dress revealed creamy breasts rising and falling as she panted. Her warmth slipped away from him, and he felt its loss.

“Oh, my. I assumed Cyrano found Althea from the howls, but it seems my brother was just as successful as the hound,” Hannah said to Grace.

“I was only… Eliza began to cry… If you breathe a word of this, I’ll hang you both by your thumbs and—”

Laughter drowned out the rest of his threat. To his relief, Eliza smiled shyly, picked up her skirts, and ran to the house. His two female nemeses flanked him.

“Where did you find Althea?”

“Is she all right?”

“Where is Mrs. Watkins? Poor thing was in bad loaf, wailing and sniffling.”

Nate sighed. “Althea was in the meadow under the rowan, Cyrano is hero for the day, and Mrs. Watkins is appropriately contrite and extremely relieved.”

“And Eliza?” asked Grace, a mischievous gleam in her green eyes.

He grinned. A big stupid grin that he couldn’t wipe off his face. Good God, this is what Kit warned me about.

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