Amelia and the Viscount by Samantha Holt

Author:Samantha Holt
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2017-07-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Is all well, my lord?”

Nicholas shot his gaze up to find Morris standing in front of him in the drawing room. He threw back the long-neglected brandy in his hand and scowled at the butler. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to realize that you are not in your right mind, my lord.”

“What are trying to imply, Morris? That I’m the next King George?”

“Not addled, my lord. Just distracted. You have been all day.”

“Sometimes, Morris, I think you forget that you are in my service.”

The butler barely masked a smirk. “Never, my lord. I live, eat and sleep to be in service to you.”

Nicholas shook his head. “How many other viscounts have to put up with such disrespect, I wonder. If I am addled, it is merely because you will not leave me be.”

“Someone must look after you.”

Nicholas peered up at the butler. Since his father had passed away, Morris had been his guiding hand, the angel on his shoulder so to speak, ensuring that he left behind any idea of a bachelor lifestyle and stuck to his duties as a viscount. It was hard for a man to admit that he had been looked after at all but in a way Morris was right.

He was also right about him being distracted. He’d been like this since yesterday.

Since that damned kiss.

Except he didn’t mean it like that. It wasn’t a damned kiss in the typical manner. It had not ruined Amelia or forced his hand. No, the damned bit came from the fact it had thrown him. It had changed everything he knew.

It was Lavinia he had loved, was it not? How could he transfer his feelings onto her sister so easily? And yet, those feelings did not feel strange. The moment he’d held Amelia after they’d escaped the river, it had felt incredibly right.

And now, he could not quite fathom the love for Lavinia that he had considered a part of him. True, he no longer loved her but he had considered it would always linger—the memory of it. But when he thought back, he could no longer picture it. He could not see how he had spent hours watching the fair-haired lady whirl around the ballroom. Not when there was a bright-eyed, freckled red-headed Amelia to watch, with her long, elegant figure and that wild look in her eyes that he must have missed so many times.

“My lord?”

Nicholas looked up to find Morris staring at him with an odd look upon his face. “Yes, Green?”

“You are doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“You are distracted.”

Nicholas waved a hand. “So what if I am? Have you not got something useful to do?”

“I only came in to inform you that dinner is ready. The dinner gong rang some half an hour ago.”

Nicholas’ gaze shot to the clock. Morris was right. He had not heard the dinner gong nor had he realized it was half an hour past dinnertime.

“I was simply enjoying a brandy,” he lied. “I shall come through in a moment.

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