Viscount Can Wait by Marie Tremayne

Author:Marie Tremayne
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 2018-10-22T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Evanston’s pen scratched against the parchment as he signed his name, and he leaned back in his chair, scanning the letter to ensure it had struck the proper tone. He wanted his anger to seethe out from the pages unquestionably, but most of all, he wanted the woman receiving it to know things were irrevocably broken between them. Done. Finished.

Satisfied at last, he twisted the red wax above the flame, watching as it melted and dripped down onto the envelope. He pressed his seal against it, then stared at an errant smudge of ink on his hand. His brow drew down and he rubbed at the spot in annoyance, yet still it remained, a black mark upon him. His head started to ache . . .

Giving up, Thomas jerked his sleeve down in irritation to cover it. He glanced at the sideboard, to the amber-filled bottles that winked at him in the late morning sunlight. Losing himself in the bottom of a crystal decanter had been easy before, but now not even brandy could numb him enough to ignore the fact that Eliza found him strategically lacking when compared to her other suitors. When compared to the lukewarm Landry, for God’s sake.

And no amount of alcohol could compete with the unadulterated intoxication of feeling her respond in his arms, or the sight of her, supple and wanting, on his bed. How he yearned to be drunk on Eliza again. If only he could find a way to forget . . .

A brief knock sounded just before the door to his study flew open.

“Pardon, my lord, but you will be late for your meeting with the earl.”

Burton regarded the viscount from the doorway, his face contorted into a mask of worry. Thomas focused his thoughts back to the task at hand, flipping the envelope over in his hands to quickly address the parchment, then standing to face the butler.

“You worry too much, Burton. I am riding on horseback and can easily make up the lost time. Besides, this is important.” Coming closer, Thomas handed him the missive. “Please ensure this letter is included in the next post. I’d like Mrs. Varnham to receive it as soon as possible. It contains a few choice words I’ve reserved just for her.”

“Mrs. Varnham?” asked the butler in an inquisitive tone. “Certainly, my lord.” Burton crossed back towards the door, but paused before leaving, clearly debating whether he dare say more. Evanston’s gaze flicked up, the dark arches of his brows lifting as he reached for his riding jacket.

“Out with it, man.”

Burton jumped a little at being caught, the silver filaments in his hair catching the late morning light from the windows. “It is of no purpose, my lord. Only, I wanted to say how very . . . ahem . . . nice it was to see Lady Eliza here yesterday.” Thomas slid his arms into the sleeves of his coat, his movements slowing in evaluative contemplation while the man struggled to continue. “I mean, there had been a time in London where you were not .

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