Rogue's Holiday (Agents of the Crown Book 5) by Walker Regan

Author:Walker, Regan [Walker, Regan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Romance, Fiction
ISBN: 9780997656763
Publisher: Regan Walker Publishing
Published: 2019-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chastity and Sir Robert arrived as the rain began to descend. Once he had seen her to the door where the vicomte waited, the two men raced for the curricle as the clouds burst forth their well of water. Undaunted by the foul weather Sir Robert shouted, “I’ve endured worse at sea!” His beaver hat caught the rain as he grabbed the reins and urged his grays into a run. Even the thunder and lightning did not dissuade him from his course. “We’ll return for dinner!”

He and the vicomte sped away, but they were already drenched.

She did not doubt he would hold to his word and return. Rogue he might be but Chastity recognized in him a strength of character that was even more attractive than his face. And that morning as he’d guided her over the shingles, her resistance to the man’s charms had begun to fade as she leaned on his arm, drawing from his strength. The ride back to her great-aunt’s home in the fly had been another experience where his intense gaze had dwelt on her.

“A chance to be alone with you,” he said. “But I assure you I will take no advantage. Though I’d rather be sitting next to you, in deference to the two carrying us, I thought to balance the fly.”

Chastity stood at the parlor window, watching the rain turn the Steyne into mud. Rubbing against her skirts, Crispin sounded a loud “Meow.” Even he had softened to the man. Or, did the cat merely mirror her mood toward him? “To my great surprise, he did act the gentleman, Crispin.”

True to his word, later that day, as the rain subsided to drizzle, Sir Robert returned with his uncle. After sharing drinks in the parlor and a reacquaintance with Mrs. Fitz, the six of them ventured into the dining room.

Above the mahogany table a gilded chandelier cast glowing candlelight on Aunt Agatha’s elegant Wedgwood china, a pattern that featured feathers circling the rim.

As the first course of asparagus soup was served, her great-aunt proudly announced, “The asparagus for the soup came from my kitchen garden.”

“Agatha is very industrious,” said Mrs. Fitz. Dressed in a pale green silk gown, the older woman was the essence of aging royalty. Aunt Agatha, in contrast, was dressed in vivid mustard yellow trimmed in cinnamon colored ribbon.

“’Tis very tasty,” offered the vicomte.

Chastity forced her gaze from Sir Robert, who had been regarding her above his soup spoon to consider his uncle. “Do you not have kitchen gardens on Guernsey?”

“Mais oui, we do, and I greatly admire them. Guernsey grows many vegetables.” His manners were elegant and his features aristocratic, whereas his nephew was the kind of man men seemed to favor.

When the soup was taken away, a footman served sole prepared in lemon butter. The flavor was delicate, the fish fresh from that morning.

“This is delicious,” remarked Mrs. Fitz, sitting at one end of the table. “Your excursion to the beach this morning has proven a grand success.”

“We did acquire a bounty of fish,” said Chastity.

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