Romancing the Rogue (Passion & Promises Book 3) by Erica Ridley

Author:Erica Ridley [Ridley, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781943794010
Publisher: WebMotion
Published: 2017-03-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Two days later, Rebecca tried to make sense of the smudged columns of numbers in the borrowed ledgers, but her mind was too muddled to sum figures.

’Twas Daniel’s fault, of course. Blast the charming devil. Even though he hadn’t kissed her, she was still ruined.

She had resolved to keep her distance for her own sanity. To regain some small portion of her equilibrium.

But with dozens of guests in the castle, its hallmark preternatural quiet had been usurped by shouts and voices and laughter.

Rebecca had nothing against such things. She was particularly fond of laughter. But now that the castle had been overtaken, the reality of Daniel’s impending departure weighed down on her like a dense cloud. Once the will was read and the bequests made, he would have no reason to dally in Bocka Morrow.

Only five days remained until he returned to London. Back to his soirées and his convocations. Back to his fast, elegant, busy life three hundred miles away. Once he left, he wouldn’t be back.

Rebecca had learned that lesson already.

She tied a bonnet about her head and shoved her arms into a thick pelisse. If there was nothing for her here in the castle, then it was past time for her to take her search to the village. Someone was bound to fancy her.

She just had to find him.

With a pinch to her cheeks for a spot of much-needed color, she swept out of her bedchamber and down the stairs to the main entryway.

Daniel fell into step beside her before she even reached the front door.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Bocka Morrow.”

He frowned. “Shopping for something specific?”

“A husband,” she answered tartly.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

She glared at him.

He glowered back. “I haven’t seen you for two days.”

She arched her brows. “You don’t think a male companion might be a bit superfluous in a husband-hunt?”

“I can’t let you go alone. There are smugglers in those caves.”

“I won’t be alone. I’ve got…” She scanned the corridor for the nearest maid. “Mary! Put a cloak on. We’re taking a walk to the village.”

“Yes’m.” Mary grabbed a parasol and hurried to join her.

“Fine.” Daniel also accepted an umbrella from the butler. “I’m still coming with you.”

“Fine.” Rebecca strode out into the brisk autumn air without waiting for him to escort her. “Make yourself scarce if we come across eligible gentlemen.” She glanced over her shoulder at the maid. “Not you, Mary. You’re my duenna. Stay close, so the natives know what a proper, respectable lady I am.”

Mary nodded.

Daniel lowered his mouth to Rebecca’s ear. “That mouse couldn’t save you from the hiccoughs.”

“Fortunately, I do not suffer from hiccoughs.” She strode through the front garden toward the castle drawbridge. “I suffer from an arrogant viscount inexplicably determined to play savior. Or tourist. You’ve never cared about Bocka Morrow before. Why go with me now?”

“I should have gone before. I want to go now. With you. I want to see what I’ve been missing.” He met her eyes, his gaze unreadable. “I have a feeling I’ve lost out on more than I realized.

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