Forever Yours Box Set 3 by Stacy Reid

Author:Stacy Reid [Reid, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Darkan Press Inc.
Published: 2020-03-30T04:00:00+00:00

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A reverent whisper had Marianne’s head snapping up. The viscount was framed by the doorway, his expression one of aroused greed. Shock stole her breath for precious seconds, then she yanked the large towel to her throat as if it would shield her from that predatory gaze.

“Your lordship!”

His gaze collided with hers and his hand fell away from the doorknob. A powerful heat flared in the depth of his gaze. She saw the evidence of his struggle and her heart jerked at the awareness of how much he desired her. A heady feeling rushed through her, a hot and delicious tingle low down in her body.

“It is Lizzie…she is crying and cannot be soothed. I thought…” he raked a hand over his hair, his expression cloaked in sensuality as if it were a second skin.

Wrapping the towel around her, she rushed toward him and slammed the door in his face.

“Dear God,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against the cool surface of the door. Then she sprang into motion and hurried to where she had laid out her nightgown on the chaise longue by a window. Dropping the towel on the floor and uncaring that she had not fully patted dry her body, she drew on her nightgown, without adding a chemise.

She felt vulnerable being naked under the cotton material, but she could not think about that now. Without pushing her feet into slippers, she all but ran to the door, opened it and brushed past the viscount who was still standing there. She went into the nursery and took a screaming Lizzie from a very flustered Doris.

Upon seeing her, Lizzie calmed only slightly, a soft sob hiccupping from her. Marianne removed her niece’s clothing and checked her over. There was a slight redness on one of her arms, and she supposed that it would sting a bit. “Perhaps an insect got in through the window and bit her,” she said softly.

Doris hurried to the small desk in the room and withdrew a salve. Marianne rubbed it on that red spot, redressed Lizzie in her soft nightgown, and sat with her in the rocker by the window, gently singing to her. It took several minutes for her cries to lessen, then her lashes fluttered closed on her rosy cheeks, and she slid into an exhausted slumber.

Marianne stayed with her for a few more minutes, ensuring her sleep was restful before placing her tenderly in the cot. “Oh, Miss Ashbrook, that was wonderful,” Doris said beaming.

Marianne smiled, bid her goodnight, and made her way from the room. The viscount was leaning on the wall by her door. The lit wall scone opposite him threw his features into a savage, stark relief. Something hot clenched low in her belly and her heart started to race.

He lowered his head when he saw her.

“Is Lizzie well?” he asked gruffly.

“Yes,” she replied with a tremulous smile. “I suspect something bit her, the poor thing, and made her quite miserable. We placed a soothing salve on the spot, and she is now asleep.

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