Wages of Sin (Regency Rebelles Book 1) by Jen Yates

Author:Jen Yates [Yates, Jen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gyneva Books
Published: 2020-12-11T18:00:00+00:00

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Urging Contessa back onto the path beside Stannesford Brook, Liberty guided her in the direction of the ruins on St Anne's Hill, then let the horse set her own pace. The piece of dried ivy tucked into the pocket of her habit warmed her to her core and for several moments she rode blind, tears burning her eyes.

But the sun was shining, the brook playing its incessant symphony over the rocks and sparkling joyously in the sunlight—and riding towards her on the path was a familiar figure on a large bay leading a string of four horses.

Contessa danced and whinnied excitedly at the approach of the other animals.

‘Settle, girl,’ Liberty soothed, petting the sleek neck. Truth was she wanted to prance and call out in excitement as well, but Levi already had his hands full with the string of horses. She needed to concentrate on keeping Contessa calm.

As the mare quieted, they came to a halt at the side of the path and waited for Levi to reach them.

Damn, she was crying again. The closer he came, the harder the tears fell. She was happy to see him, dammit! And with her eyes full of tears she couldn't—and she didn't want to miss a second of his presence.

‘Lou? What's wrong?’

There was a hint of panic beneath the deep tones of his voice.

‘Nothing. I'm just so happy to see you—and I just got the piece of ivy from the tree—and it made me cry—and today is the first day I've been able to come out riding—and—’

He brought the bay in as close as he could and leaned across so their lips could touch. Liberty laid her hand against his cheek, desperately wishing she was not wearing her gloves.

‘Hell, Lou. I cannot let these animals loose, but damn I want to kiss you—hold you.’

He leaned close and their mouths clung—the bay tossed its head at Contessa, and they drew apart.

‘Where are you going?’ Levi asked.

‘Just riding—and hoping I might see you.’

Liberty swiped at the tears on her face and gulped in air as she gentled the mare, then raised her gaze to his again.

There were shadows in his eyes, lines appearing at the corners of his mouth and on his forehead she'd swear had not been there before. His shoulders seemed wider than ever and the thighs gripping his horse rippled with muscle. He was so damned beautiful it hurt.

Dear God, it hurt.

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