Bewitching the Viscount (Regency Romance) (Regency Lords Book 3) by Regina Darcy

Author:Regina Darcy
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Clean and Wholesome Romance
Published: 2016-06-18T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

The morning after the ball, Rose, quite unlike her usual quiet self, was up and about before Abigail, hopping on to her bed to wake her. Abigail groaned softly at the disturbance. She had spent the night tossing and turning. Her thoughts continually replaying the events of the night before.

Lord Nathaniel Hughes, tall, handsome and utterly devastating to her nerves. The things he had done… She still blushed at the thought. Alone in the night she had caressed her lips, remembering the searing kiss from the Viscount.

She knew she should name him a scoundrel and a cad, but every time she visualised his face, her heart did summersaults. That said, mingled with all these emotions was a sense of hurt. Why had he spoken to her so harshly when he had departed?

‘You would not like to be mistaken for a harlot.’ Was that how he saw her? As a woman of loose morals? Someone easily conquered? She rolled over in her bed and stuffed her face into her pillow.

Rose, alert as ever, noticed her groan over the inefficient muffling-qualities of the pillow.

“What troubles you, Abi?” she asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Abigail turned around, a worry wrinkle over her forehead.

“The Viscount! I am confounded. One moment he showers me with attention, the next he walks off all but naming me a harlot.” Abigail had no intention of explaining to Rose, what more he had done. “I simultaneously fear and ache for his attention,” she confessed instead. Rose stared at her wide-eyed.

“I fear that the affection I believe he has for me is naught but a trick of my fanciful imagination. Am I a fool to even dream he cares but a little for me?” she asked. Her sister looked at her pensively before answering.

“If it is any consolation, I doubt he has the slightest romantic interest in any of the women he danced with all evening,” Rose replied as Abigail sniffled a little. “Moreover, the way he stared at you during your dance, scarcely left a doubt in any observers mind that he was taken by you.”

“You are not just jesting?” Abigail asked, a glimmer of hope in her voice.

“Heavens no. Hot glares are hard to conceal from observant people like myself. Be happy you avoided a scandal. Especially the way your hair was dishevelled on your return from the powder room,” Rose said with a knowing grin.

Abigail laughed at that. Rose was all too right.

“But what can I do now? We leave for London in a few hours and I don’t know when I will next see the Viscount.”

“Ah, but you see, dear sister, that is the easy part. He will no doubt be in London soon, considering his leisure activities consist mainly of visiting White’s. Then he’ll have a chance to prove how he really feels about you.”

“How?”

“If he really does like you, he will seek you out. It’s as simple as that.” Rose spread her palms as if her advice should be common knowledge.

Abigail raised an eyebrow quizzically.

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