Only With Your Love by Kleypas Lisa

Author:Kleypas, Lisa [Kleypas, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Historical, Regency
ISBN: 9780380761517
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1992-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Astonished, Justin tried to take stock of the situation. Obviously the girl was a former lover of Philippe’s. But Philippe had not been the kind to trifle with servants. He had not even taken a quadroon mistress when he’d come of age. Philippe had always been attracted to girls of frail gentility, not robust wenches such as this.

While one part of his mind speculated on how closely Philippe and this girl had been acquainted, the other part noted how surprising it was that she moved him so little. Usually he would have taken great pleasure in the advances of a comely wench, and immediately have begun to teach her a few things she didn’t seem to know about kissing. But although her lips were soft and sweet, he took as little satisfaction from the kiss as if he were starving and had been offered merely a cup of weak tea. And it wasn’t the girl’s fault, it was his. There was only one woman he wanted.

“Puir darlin’,” she said in a low, passionate voice, feeling the bandages through his shirt. “When they told me ye were dead part o’ me died too. I know there’s nothin’ I can have o’ ye now. Yer wife is a good woman. I wouldna seek to take ye from her. But I can still love ye, Philippe, an’ I will fer the rest o’ me life. I just wanted one moment fer meself, one last kiss. In me heart ye’ll always be mine. I’ll nivver give meself to another man. I’ll wait forever, even if ye nivver want any part o’ me. Whatever ye care to take I’ll give gladly. ‘Tis a sin to love another woman’s husband, but I don’t care. I canna tear me very heart out by denyin’ what I feel.” She kissed him again, but this time she sensed that something was wrong, and she pulled her head back to look at him. “Philippe? What is it?”

Her tear-streaked face went blank, and her trembling fingers touched his lips, chin, and cheek, exploring gently. Then her hand fell away. “Ye’re not Philippe,” she gasped. She swayed, and he took her by the shoulders. She regarded him with wide eyes. “Ye’re the brother. Justin.”

Justin was quiet, knowing there was no denial, no lie that would make her believe he was his brother.

Her throat worked as she tried to speak. She stared into his midnight-blue eyes and found her voice. “Philippe talked of ye often.”

“He did?” Justin questioned in surprise. He’d thought that Philippe had not spoken about him with anyone, not even Celia.

The girl’s shoulders quivered in his hands. “Where is Philippe?” she asked, her voice breaking. “He’s dead, isn’t he?” Justin nodded slightly. She gave a grief-stricken moan and bit her lip.

“What is your name?” Justin asked bluntly, and she choked back her sobs.

“Briony. Miss Briony Doyle.”

“Miss Doyle,” he repeated. “Are you going to keep my secret?”

“Wh-why have ye taken his place?”

“There are men who seek to take my life. The same ones who killed Philippe.

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