Wicked Night With A Lover by Jordan Sophie

Author:Jordan, Sophie [Jordan, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, Regency, Adult, Chick-Lit
ISBN: 9780061579233
Google: GXC52auEiUkC
Amazon: 0061579238
Goodreads: 7875939
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2010-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Mhey made their way along the snow-laden north highway and crossed the border into Scotland with slow progress. Marguerite stared out of the carriage window at the rising snow, fearing they would become mired deeply at any moment. A curse or blessing, she could not decide.

When they at last arrived at the village, her resolve tottered precariously. She supposed misgivings weren’t unusual for a bride … but she wasn’t the usual bride. Marrying, embracing passion—according to Madame Foster—heralded her demise. Shaking off the sense that a noose was looping itself about her neck, she permitted Ash to guide her into the inn. Madame Foster also said her fate could be averted. It was not an impossibility.

Shortly after securing her into their room, Ash absented himself. A maid soon arrived with a package. Lifting the lid to the box, Marguerite gasped to find a dress within the delicate wrapping. He’d bought her a dress for their wedding day?

With shaking hands, she lifted the gown from the box. The dress overflowed in her palms, a rich plum with gold trim. She’d never owned anything so fine in her life. She fingered the delicate material, spreading it out upon the bed. It seemed to stare back at her, dazzlingly lavish, beckoning her to slip it on.

The most beautiful gown she had ever possessed—and the prospect of wearing it terrified her.

She swallowed tightly and took a step back, her head spinning. Perhaps they would bury her in it, too. She shuddered at the morbid thought. This wasn’t over yet. She wasn’t over.

She closed her eyes in a tight, pained blink. Suddenly, the memory of his mouth on hers, the titillating slide of his hands over her body, wasn’t enough. She could not do this. Not even to live out the passion she felt in his arms.

Panic feeding her heart, she glanced around the room, desperation knotting her stomach. She must act fast. He was likely fetching the reverend this very moment.

A knock sounded at the door, and she whipped around, praying it was not Ash.

She bade entrance, loathing the quiver in her voice. When a serving girl and two young men entered the room hauling steaming buckets of water, the tension in her shoulders lessened. Not Ash. Not yet, at any rate.

One of the lads, much younger than herself, gave her a saucy wink as he paused, sloshing water on the floor for all of his inattention to his task. She stared down her nose, marveling at his impertinence.

“They’ll be back,” the maid explained when the boys left the room with their buckets. As if Marguerite was concerned she would not have enough water for her bath.

As the maid busied herself about the room, tending the fire, Marguerite tried to devise a way out of the untenable situation. She stared longingly at the cracked door.

“Can I help you, miss?” the maid queried in the sharp voice of a schoolmistress, and Marguerite wondered if the girl had been assigned the task of guarding her. Did Ash suspect she would bolt? He had called her contrary after all.

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