In the Devil's Bed by Eva Devon

Author:Eva Devon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Bard Productions
Published: 2016-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Regan rushed down the main staircase, spotting Jack by a wide French window and overly large palm frond. The morning sun glinted off his shining black hair and played over the dark folds of his great coat.

A horrible, little thrill warmed her at the sight of him. And she forced herself to slow, her footsteps echoing on the marble floor.

He turned towards her, the folds of his great coat swinging about his long legs. A smile lit his eyes in recognition. “A maid tackled me in the hall near your room and said you wished to take a constitutional. She seemed most insistent that I meet you immediately.”

Regan smiled. “If I have to spend another moment in this house, I’ll choke.” And the last thing she needed was to get cornered by Brookhurst or Lumley. “Who better to take me for a walk? You are my guard, are you not?”

His lips curled in a slow smile. “Only your guard?”

“Jack—“ the warning note in her voice surprised her. As tempting as the carriage ride had been, she had far more important things to do. Somehow, she was going to have to make him understand that. “We must speak.”

He nodded, the lines around his eyes creasing as his expression warmed. “Perhaps the house is not the best place to discuss such things.”

Regan nodded, her heart tightening. She didn’t want to lay down the line and tell him that they could only, at best, be friends. But it had to be done. He was far too dangerous and the temptation was becoming too great.

“Ah! Lady Regan!”

Regan winced. Lord Brookhurst. Forcing a pleasant smile to her lips, Regan turned in the direction of his deep voice. “Good morning.”

He strode across the wide entrance hall. Striking a pose, he propped his hand on his hip, lifting the folds of his fawn-colored coat from his cream breeches and green day coat. “Your presence was greatly missed at breakfast.”

“Oh, well, how kind.” What could she tell him? That she found pigs to be better company? “Now, I must be off.”

“Indeed?” Brookhurst said softly, his gaze darting to Jack. “Where to?”

Regan tensed at the clear suspicion in Brookhurst’s attention. “I was about to take my morning constitutional.”

“Splendid. Lord Wells’ grounds are exemplary and I am a lover of nature.” He smiled, his teeth white in his cat and cream grin. “And I’m sure you could use the additional company.” He turned his blue, calculating gaze back to Jack. “No offense intended.”

Jack inclined his head, a show of respect that didn’t quite hide the tensing of his jaw. “None taken, Brookhurst. I’m sure you can speak on things I never would even think of.”

Regan’s eyes widened at Jack’s veiled insult, but she kept silent. Frustration rattled inside her. She could not tell Brookhurst that she did not wish his company.

Bloody everlasting hell!

Suppressing a sigh, Regan gestured towards the tall double doors at the front of the entry. “Shall we then?”

“Oh, Regan!” Sylvia’s voice chimed through the hall as she swept in, her raspberry day costume a striking contrast to her blond hair and pale bosom.

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