When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn

Author:Julia Quinn
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
ISBN: 9780739443767
Publisher: Avon 2004/04
Published: 2004-07-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

… all at home is pleasant and well, and Kilmartin thrives under Francesca’s careful stew-ardship. She continues to mourn John, but then of course, so do we all, as, I’m sure, do you. You might consider writing to her di-rectly. I know that she misses you. I do pass along all of your tales, but I am certain you would relate them to her in a different fash-ion than you do to your mother.

—from Helen Stirling to her son, the Earl of Kilmartin, two years after his departure for India The rest of the week passed in a supremely annoying blur of flowers, candy, and one appalling display of poetry, re-cited aloud, Michael recalled with a shudder, on his front steps.

Francesca, it seemed, was putting all the fresh-faced debutantes to shame. The number of men vying for her hand might not have been doubling every day, but it cer-tainly felt like it to Michael, who was constantly tripping over some lovesick swain in the hall.

Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

It was enough to make a man want to vomit. Preferably on the lovesick swain.

Of course he had his admirers as well, but as it was not suitable for a lady to call upon a gentleman, he generally only had to deal with them when he chose to do so, and not when they took it upon themselves to stop by unan-nounced and for no apparent reason other than to compare his eyes to—

Well, to whatever one would compare your average gray eyes. It was a stupid analogy, anyway, although Michael had been forced to listen to more than one man rhapsodize over Francesca’s eyes.

Good God, didn’t any of them have an original thought in his head? Forget that everyone made mention of her eyes; at the very least one of them could have had the cre-ativity to compare them to something other than the wa-ter or the sky.

Michael snorted with disgust. Anyone who took the time to really look at Francesca’s eyes would have real-ized that they were quite their own color.

As if the sky could even compare.

Furthermore, Francesca’s nauseating parade of suitors was made all the more difficult to bear by Michael’s com-plete inability to stop thinking about his recent conversa-tion with her brother.

Marriage to Francesca? He had never even let himself think about such a notion.

But now it gripped him with a fervor and intensity that left him reeling.

Marriage to Francesca. Good God. Everything about it was wrong.

Except he wanted it so badly.

It was hell watching her, hell speaking to her, hell living in the same house. He’d thought it was difficult before—loving someone who could never be his—but this…

This was a thousand times worse.

Colin knew.

He had to know. Why would he have suggested it if he didn’t?

Michael had held on to his sanity all these years for one reason and one reason only: No one knew he was in love with Francesca.

Except, apparently, he was to be denied even that last shred of dignity.

But now

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.