England's Perfect Hero by Suzanne Enoch

Author:Suzanne Enoch [Suzanne Enoch]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
ISBN: 9780061741715
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2006-10-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Now all was blasted.

—Victor Frankenstein, Frankenstein

Robert had talked a little about Chateau Pagnon, and he hadn’t died. As he’d told Lucinda, that in itself was something of a success. Or it would have been if Sir Walter Fengrove hadn’t driven by.

Something had happened, something was wrong; he could feel it in his bones, and he wasn’t surprised. He’d been feeling too well, even begun thinking about a future. He’d felt himself coming alive again—some parts of him more than others, at least when he was near Lucinda.

Almost as soon as the two of them returned to the house, she took her leave from Georgie and drove off in her coach again. Hesitating, Robert went back to the sitting room. Georgiana still sat on the couch, looking uncomfortable. “You shouldn’t have gone walking,” he said, after a moment spent leaning against the doorjamb, watching her fidget.

“Yes, I should have,” she argued. “I feel like a hippopotamus, wallowing about.”

“And you feel better now?”

She made a face at him. “At least I don’t have mildew.”

Ignoring that, Robert pushed upright. “I’ll fetch you some pillows.”

Before he could leave, Georgie sat up a little straighter. “Lucinda seemed out of sorts when she left. Did she say whether anything was troubling her?”

The last thing he intended to do was upset Georgiana. “When we were on the drive, somebody rode by yelling. An escapee from Bedlam, no doubt.”

“I thought I heard something.” She smiled, the expression warming her soft green eyes. “Would it embarrass you if I said that you seem…happier these days?”

Robert forced a return smile, hoping Sir Walter had simply been out all night drinking, and that he’d been calling everyone he passed on the street a traitor. It was possible, he supposed. Fengrove did drink. “I’ll get the pillows. And would you like a book?”

“I think I left one on the breakfast table. Thank you, Bit.”

He nodded. “Happy to help.”

Georgie waved him away with a chuckle. “You see, I told you that you were happier.”

Maybe he was. And hopefully he’d learned enough to enjoy it while it lasted. He went to fetch her things for her, hoping this tense uneasiness was all just a reaction to nothing, a lingering sense of hopelessness that prevented him from believing anything could go well. Because judging by the way Lucinda had kissed him, some things were going better than he ever could have imagined.

He delivered the book and pillows to Georgiana, then headed down the hallway to the library to read. His sister-in-law claimed to be feeling fine except for tired feet, but he wanted to be within earshot in case she should need someone. She hated hovering nearly as much as he did, so the library seemed the best compromise.

An hour later he rose to look in on her, to find her dozing on the couch. As he turned back down the hall, the front door rattled and opened.

“That is not true,” Edward said loudly, marching into the house in front of his brothers. “I

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