His Captive Lady: Devil Riders, Book 2 by Anne Gracie

Author:Anne Gracie
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Tags: Historical
ISBN: 9780425223246
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2008-01-01T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

"I shall ride with Nell in the hired chaise this morning," declared Lady Gosforth at breakfast. "You can ride your horse, Harry. I wish to have private conversation with my niece-to-be."

Nell swallowed. Had Lady Gosforth found out where Nell had spent the night? Was Nell about to get a lecture on morality?

She glanced at Harry. His eyes smoldered with the questions she'd managed to avoid this morning.

On the other hand a lecture on morality might be preferable to an inquisition. She had, after all, done nothing wrong.

"That would be delightful," Nell said briskly. "And I'm sure Harry would enjoy a good gallop. He needs one." She hoped he could take a hint. She didn't look at him but concentrated on buttering a piece of toast she had no desire for. She ate it anyway. It was better than meeting that knife-edged glance across the table.

"Excellent," Lady Gosforth said. "Then we ladies shall have a comfortable coze."

Harry helped first his aunt, then Nell into the hired chaise, giving Nell a be-it-on-your-own-head look as he did. "She never stops talking," he murmured.

Nell didn't mind. It was having to talk about herself that she dreaded. Lady Gosforth was every bit as likely as her nephew to interrogate Nell, and she'd be far less tolerant, Nell was sure.

"My basket!" Lady Gosforth called sharply as Harry was about to close the door. Her dresser, Bragge, passed in a large, covered basket.

Nell stared at the basket, feeling a little sick. It was in just such a basket that Papa had taken Torie away, only without the cover…

It was stupid, Nell knew, but for a few moments, she could not breathe.

Lady Gosforth placed the basket on the seat beside her. She undid the catch and flipped open the lid. The basket was lined with blue cotton, not white satin, and contained dozens of skeins of fine white wool.

Nell started to breathe again.

"I knit," Lady Gosforth explained, seeing Nell staring. "Unfashionable, I know, but it's useful and it relaxes me. I can't bear embroidery or all that nonsense. I like to make something that can be used."

Nell nodded, as if she was listening. One more day, she told herself. One more day and they would be in London. Tomorrow morning…

The carriage moved off with a lurch and Lady Gosforth pulled out a thick twisted loop of wool. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked Nell, leaning forward.

"Not at all."

"Slip your hands into the center of the skein—see how it's one big loop? Both hands now, hold them apart—that's it. I see you've done this before."

Nell nodded. "Yes, but not for years." She'd wound wool with Aggie when she was a little girl, but when Aggie's fingers had got stiff she'd stopped knitting.

"Now as soon as. I find the end… Ah here it is." With brisk movements Lady Gosforth began to wind the fine wool around her fingers, forming the beginning of a little ball.

Nell dipped first one hand then the other, releasing the yarn from the loose skein.

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