Wildfire Kiss by Claudy Conn

Author:Claudy Conn
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Historical Romance, regency romance, myriah fire, rogues, claudy conn, oh cherry ripe
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

SIR EDWARD HAD hired bachelor lodgings for the Brighton season. They were centrally located, decorated in the first stare of elegance and furnished with more style and flair than comfort.

This singular thought came to mind as he attempted to find some measure of ease in a wing chair situated by the bow window, which overlooked the quiet street below.

He sighed and came to grips with himself. This was utterly frustrating—everything about Lady Babs was frustrating—but eventually the Waverlys would arrive. After all, where could they be?

They had leased a house, and that house (he had checked) was in readiness for their arrival. The staff hadn’t a clue, however, when that might be, as they had already been expected to do so.

He stood and paced over his Oriental rug. He knew he was obsessed, and he knew that wasn’t healthy. Yet—he couldn’t do anything to stop his obsession. He wanted her to the point of distraction.

He could not, would not be beaten in this.

She needed a set down—and by all that was holy, he was just the man to give it to her!

He moved towards his window and saw that his man had arrived and was already skipping up the steps of his lodgings. Good.

He stood, his hands clasped at his back as he waited for the study door to open and his man to enter.

“Sir?” His gentleman’s gentleman, Jeffry, was breathless as he timidly stuck his head into the salon.

“Come in, come in, don’t dawdle!” Sir Edward snapped.

“Yes, sir,” Jeffry answered.

“Well—what have you discovered?” Sir Edward inquired impatiently.

“Backtracked, sir … and discovered from an acquaintance of mine that the entire Waverly family have stopped at the Red Lion and are looking after a sick friend.”

“A sick friend? Who could that be?”

“My friend didn’t know more than that, sir.”

Sir Edward went thoughtful but dug into his pocket, found a coin, and placed it in his servant’s hand. “Good man, Jeffry… at least I know what is towards, good man.”

Jeffry bowed himself out, and Sir Edward pulled at his lower lip. A sick friend, eh? Well, that was excusable and not some whim of Lady Barbara’s that took them astray. Fine. Perhaps he would just enjoy himself, as Brighton was already full with the fashionables of his set, and await her arrival. Perhaps?

It would be difficult, though, for he dearly wanted to show her once and for all that there was no fighting it. She was meant for him.

***

Sir Frederick watched his friend pace and grinned. “Shall I tell you what is wrong with you, ‘ol’ man’?”

“Go to hell,” replied the duke with the greatest affection.

“I might yet do that, but then again, who knows, me thinks I might yet be saved by an angel.” Sir Frederick sighed sweetly, and then added, “As you might yet be.”

“Me? Looks like now I am on a direct path …” The duke sighed, sitting. “I have to find a way to talk to her … and she won’t, you know … talk to me, that is.

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